king of the fetus
I have this one professor, Dr. Jean-Pierre Saint-Jeannet. He is the course organizer for my Developmental Biology class. He is also one of the leading developmental biologists in the world. Maybe in being overused on t.v. or in magazine articles that phrase has lost its luster, but that, my friends, is a big deal. He is one of the most prominent researchers of this subject that there is. I wish I was the leading anything. I most likely will not ever be the leading anything and neither will most of us. But JP is. He’s the greatest. Unfortunately I don’t know nearly enough about the field of developmental biology to appreciate how great he is. But it’s cool nonetheless. How many times in your life will you meet someone who’s the best at something? And part of the problem, I think, is that we don’t, as a specie, actively recognize those that are the best at something. We do for dumb things, like the fastest hot dog eater. But like no one knows who the fastest helicopter pilot is. Or the best barber. Or the best burrito. People claim to make the best burrito but I need empirical evidence. Just because you framed a newspaper article in which some food critic says you make a delicious burrito doesn’t mean a homeless man off the street or a hot shot developmental biologist won’t hate it. And also, how can every city have a place that makes the best burrito? There’s only one best burrito. And I don’t know who makes it, or how they make it, but I do know it’s delicious and the best. And if I ever meet the man or woman who makes the best burrito, which I most certainly will not because, as I have mentioned, we do not recognize the relevant feats, I will ask him to make me a burrito. Then, after enjoying the burrito, I will ask the man if he has ever met anyone else who was the best at anything. When he says no, I can introduce him to Dr. Jean-Pierre Saint-Jeannet. That would be what I could do for him. And then I would know two people who were the best at something. Maybe my mailman is the best mailman in the world. The sad thing is I will never know.
