The student in my college classroom was a large fellow. At least 6’3″, 280 pounds, or more. He sat at the very top back of the lecture hall and often wandered in and out during the two-hour class.
In his first email to me, he told me he was glad I was teaching the class. He was respectful, addressing me as Professor Zacharias, instead of as the “Miss” or “Missus” more common among his historically misogynistic culture.
His email started out innocently enough, kind, even. He felt obliged to catch me up on the class since I was taking over for a professor who had fallen ill a few weeks into the term. He let me know that the work the students had finished had not been graded and returned. He hoped I could get to it soon.