Dressed in leather and gilded in gold bling, the teacher sat on the edge of the desk.

Not the usual up tight teacher, her intricate tattoos proudly illustrating a deep reverent understanding of the importance of knowledge.

The concepts presented were of a depth that few could succinctly follow, let alone completely comprehend.

The tattoo, proudly displayed, running up her spine, were glyphs which proudly proclaimed her expertise.

Having spent years of life buried amongst the shelves and tables of libraries, speaking to librarians, students and the general public, it was nice to finally settle into a more intimate setting.

Starting from the beginning, the teacher explained, section be section, chapter by chapter, carefully phrasing the information presented.

The students understood.

The attention the teacher garnered was unparalleled as was the depth of the knowledge which this particular teacher wished to impart.

There was never a discussion, only a presentation and depth. The discussions can happen after, after you understand the base information.

The final sentence, the final word, having been presented, spoken in a way that stirred the heart.

As that last sentence stirred the heart and empowered the mind, the young lady closed the book, leaving her leather bound teacher sitting on the desk.