I have tons of great memories from all my years at King Hall, but the most surprising thing to me about it was the faculty’s devotion to teaching. This little story, I think, captures that:
One day several decades ago, I was walking down the hallway in the faculty wing. The door to Professor Wydick’s stylish and immaculate office was open, and he called out, “Margaret, would you please come in for a minute?” Of course, I did. Now, this was long before PowerPoint or even whiteboards, when teachers who wanted to make a chart or graphic illustration for their class drew it on the blackboard with chalk. He was gluing pipe cleaners onto 8 ½ x 11” sheets of cardboard. He handed me one and asked, “What do you think this is?” I wasn’t sure, but I guessed, “A plant? Some kind of grass?” With his customary economy of words, Professor Wydick said, “Good. It’s wheat. Thanks. I have a blind student in my class.” The discussion was over, so I left. In awe.