Principal Gold is my Professor

This man (the one on the left), with the intellectual glasses, thought provoking, bushy, dark brown beard, classy bow tie, crisp suit coat, and distinct voice tone, is my Humanities professor. Just add some hair, a checkered sweater vest, and an old fashioned leather business bag and you've got him made. It's just the greatest thing ever.

And this man (or I guess she's really a woman...pretending to be a man), on the right, with the look of awe, disturbance, and what-did-I-get-myself-into, is me. Just cut the dirt stained gym clothes, add some length to the hair, and you've got a USU student learning philosophical ideas from a professor who I half expected the first day of class to burst into, "Welcome to, Illyria, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome... to Illyria." Only instead of Illyria, Utah State, of course. Yes, you should be jealous. 

Photo via Google. Movie reference: She's the Man