THAT VERY SINGULAR teacher, old Mr. Heidegger, once invited four venerable teachers to meet him in his classroom. There were three white-bearded gentlemen, Mr. Medbourne, Colonel Killigrew, and Mr. Gascoigne, and a withered gentlewoman, whose name was the Widow Wycherly.
They were all melancholy old teachers, who had been unfortunate in their career, and whose greatest misfortune it was that they hadn’t written a lesson plan in 12 years. It is a circumstance worth mentioning that each of these three old gentlemen, Mr. Medbourne, Colonel Killigrew, and Mr. Gascoigne, were early lovers of the Widow Wycherly’s ditto machine, and had once been on the point of cutting each other’s throats to make copies of vocabulary worksheets.
And, before proceeding further, I will merely hint that Mr. Heidegger eventually handed the four out-of-touch teachers a “Dr. Heidegger’s Experiment” lesson plan.
None of the four used it, but you can.
It’s right here: Dr. Heidegger’s Elixir Lesson Plan.