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THE UNIVERSITY DAILY KANSAN
THE STUDENT NEWSPAPER OF THE UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
VOL.102.NO.62
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1992
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French professor receives H.O.P.E
Students credit his Socratic approach
By Lynne McAdoo Kansan staff writer
The sixteen students in Professor Ted Johnson's humanities class sat in a conference room in the Spencer Museum of Art. Johnson made half of them face the wall and the other half view a multi-colored drawing. He then asked the students to describe the drawing to the ones who were turned around.
He walked around the room smiling as the students tried to describe how the picture sounded.
One student described it as a New York traffic jam, another student described it as a noisy playground. He gently prodded the students to try and form a mental image of the picture from the descriptions.
Andrew Rymiln, Spring Hill senior, said that he thought the picture looked like a child's drawing that might be posted on a refrigerator.
"That's wonderful, develop that idea." Johnson fired back.
The discussion wandered to the topic of how the refrigerator might be the most important appliance in the house.
The number within parentheses represents the total first-place votes received.
AP poll favors KU
points last year's final rank
"Slowly please, I am a stupid
1. Michigan (23) 1,536 15
**2. KANSAS (19)** 1,513 2
3. Duke (15) 1,504 1
4. Indiana (6) 1,489 5
5. Kentucky 1,341 6
6. Seton Hall (2) 1,300 19
"..want...how..." was all I understood.
"One this and two there."
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"Which ones?" she said so quickly that I almost missed it.
The steps leading to the second floor of Dom Knigi, "The House of Books," were wooden, worn almost white, and creaked with each step. At the bottom of the staircase, it was hot and as I ascended, the air grew denser and I began to perspire.
"Do you speak English?" Her blue eyes expanded and she bit her upper lip, shaking her head no. "They want ed 3 postcard...no.I...I want 3 postcards please," I stammered in Russian. My calm had deserted me. She smiled and pointed to the postcard. I felt a nervous blast of heat spread throughout my body.
Reaching the landing, I turned to the right. Within this room could be found posters of Soviet propaganda, maps, postcards and a beautiful Russian girl. The floors were wooden and creaked as the steps had. A large woman in an orange floral design pushed past me and surveyed my appearance with a queer look.
By this point, I was ready to leave but I had planned on this for three days and I was surprisingly calm. I examined the postcards in the showcase. All of them featured Vladimir Lenin in various poses and locales. The other girls scattered to another counter laughing and saying things too quickly for me to understand
My shirt now stuck to my back and my jeans had become heavy. A bead of sweat dripped from my forehead and splashed onto the floor making a dark circular imprint.
"Excuse me," I said in English and quickly repeated in Russian.
From the round imprint that was rapidly drying, my eyes ran across the floor to where I expected to find the young Russian girl. She leaned on the counter staring at Nevsky Prospect. As I approached, the other girls at the counter noticed me and nudged her. Her head swung in my direction. A red blush covered her face and she quickly looked away.
"Here," she said. She had caught
American student." The girls at the other counter laughed and an old man with military medals pinned to his coat, looked at the girls, at me, and then back at the girls, smiling and shaking his head.
I lowered my voice. She was still looking down which made my question easier.
Her head shot up on my first try and by the second time I had said "after work", a smile had spread across her face.
"Do you want to meet me tonight after work?" Work should be in the genitive case, "after work." I said again.
"When?" she said.
"After work." Genitive case!
"Seven o'clock then."
"After 20,...no...30 minutes?"
She bit her lip
again and her eyebrows narrowed. I was feeling calmer and getting accustomed to her rapid speech.
"Yes, in half an hour, 30 minutes."
"Where?"
"Here," she finally said.
"Yes!!" I probably said too excitedly. "One here," I pointed to a portrait of Lenin as a young man. "And two here." Randomly pointing, I took in her brown hair which was pulled into a ponytail, the tree small beads of sweat that perched on her brow, and the firm round curve of her breasts.
"On the second floor?"
"Dom Knigi. ves?"
"No. Outside."
"Do you still want your postcards?"
"Yes, seven o'clock."
"Wait," she said. My stomach knotted and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the other girls enthralled with the entertainment I was providing. I turned back to her.
"Great!" I turned with relief.I had accomplished everything that I had meant to do.
me. A smile passed momentarily over her face and she handed me a slip of paper. "You need to pay there." She pointed to a cashier in the corner.
"I walked back to the stairs, not looking to see who was watching me."
"There?" I pointed, "To pay...," I looked at the slip of paper, "...60 konecks?"
--seemed that everyone knew that I had asked the beautiful countergirl to meet me after work. I caught bits of conversations and they all seemed to be talking about me. My embarrassment and the muggy heat made the wait almost unbearable.
"Yes, there. Sixty kopecks." I noticed that each time she smiled, a red blush covered the high points of her round cheeks.
"There?" I said again, caught,
unable to break my gaze.
This time she really laughed. Her narrow shoulders shook and she covered her mouth but the hearty laugher came. She nodded her head and pointed to the corner still laughing.
As I walked to the cashier, I caught the looks of customers that until now I had been oblivious to. They smiled and the old man with the medals winked at me. Standing in line it
"Here, thank you," I said handing her the receipt. She leaned back against a wooden stool and nodded to a wrapped package on the counter. As I reached for it, my arm left a streak of
As I returned, the creak of the floor could no longer be heard, only felt, over the shouts of the people. The girls once more scattered and began to attend to the customers.
The cashier rang it up and handed me the receipt and my change.
"Sixty kopecks please," I said as I handed the cashier a rouble.
Turning, I found that the other girls were gathered around her ignoring the customers who were waving receipts in the air and cursing them for their inattention.
perspiration on the glass. "Hot today..." I was suddenly interrupted by an impatient woman who began to rattle off a list of things she wanted. The relaxed manner of the girl disappeared and she became rigid and went about her tasks with drudgery.
It seemed that wouldn't get another chance to talk to her until after work. I waited though until I caught her eye.
"Seven. Outside."
She glanced guiltily at the customer and then at her watch. For a moment I thought she had decided against it.
"Yes, in 15 minutes." We stood for a moment looking at each other. She brushed a hair out of her face blowing at it at the same time. A smile began in the corners of her eyes. Then the woman banged on the counter and it disappeared.
I walked back to the stairs, not looking to see who was watching me. The worm wooded floor received my full attention until I reached the top of the steps. I was excited. It had all gone so smoothly. The stairway was packed with people wanting to make a purchase in the last minutes. I pushed my way down the stairs and the relative coolness was a relief.
Stopping at the foot of the steps, I realized that I still did not know her name. I had gone to the second floor for the last two days in preparation for today, and after all that, I forgot to ask her name. I was standing at the bottom of the steps blocking everyone's way. I turned to climb the stairs once again and then looked at my watch. Ten 'til seven. I could wait. I couldn't deal with the embarrassment of returning to the second floor.
I went outside and the breeze dried the perspiration on my head.
Turning the package over in my hand,
I caught a glimpse of something written in pencil in a small neat hand -
Cveta.
Stepping away from the building into a sea of people pushing along Nevsky, I looked up at the second floor, shading my eyes from the glint off the window, and her name came to my lips - Cyeta.
high for the Kansas men's basketball tering the NCAA Tournament, the Jay- No. 2 in the nation in the final Associate season.
Williams said he was not surprised at taking, which was the highest the Jayne preseason since his tenure began in
nare high this season, as the Jayhawks No. 2 ranking two weeks before their ins. Michigan, which lost the NCAA unleast season to Duke, was the top poll released yesterday.
rating was to be expected, especially son publications ranked us so highly," thing this means is that people do have ever, in basketball, you have to do it on polls. Our players and coaching staff
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ublications, "Dick Vitale's Basketball" h's College/Prep Preview", ranked the e nation.
Kansas, Duke, Indiana and Kentucky e of the AP's preseason poll.
of those teams probably belongs up
they look at what we accomplished
at we'll do this year. A lot of things can
ter Eric Pauley said that the poll did m but that Kansas belonged in the top
only one starter from last season, for on. Senior guards Rex Walters and what is considered to be one of the top entry. Junior forward Richard Scott, st every game last season, returns as c
t could be any of those five teams," he u can pinpoint who is the best team in
more guard, said he agreed with the ed in the poll but not necessarily with the
their first exhibition game of the sea Oil at 7 p.m. Thursday in Allen Field
tter idea about my team after Thursaid.
e regular season for the Jayhawks is a.
that could indicate the validity of the Kansas will play No. 4 Indiana in the anapolis. That same day, the defenders, the third-ranked Duke Blue Devranked Michigan Wolverines in a's NCAA championship game.
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