Telling a professor that his colleagues are not good teachers at all does not necessarily improve your grades. Not to mention they will certainly not fall in love with you… or will they?
High School Hallway - picture by Dean Terry
I met Ulrike and Hartmut Fuchs in Princes Street Gardens, Edinburgh, while they were sitting on a bench, looking at the astonishing scenery and recalling the events that changed their life.
Surviving World War II, Ulrike Fuchs, 66, and husband, Dr Hartmut Fuchs, 70, both lived among very poor circumstances. Once on a train, Ulrike (21 at the time) started to chat with her classmates about their teachers.
They expressed their feelings about them and their teaching methods (which of course they did not like too much), but what they did not notice was that a junior professor was also listening to the conversation.
After a while he joined in as he knew all the mentioned teachers very well. The young girls were embarrassed and Ulrike, to ease the situation, offered the Latin and History Professor a piece of chocolate. It seemed to be working as the professor stayed to chat with the girls about everyday things like student life and accommodation. Apparently, this was the key point of the conversation as this way he could find out where Ulrike lived.
That night, she received a phone call in the student house where she was staying. It was Dr Fuchs! He asked her out for a coffee and their long-lasting relationship began. They were both poor so they did not go out a lot and even if they did, they would sit in parks or take a walk nearby.
They got engaged after three months and two years later they were married. They have been married for 43 years now, which they are proud of and yes, they are still in love with each other. They were blessed with two daughters and two grandchildren whom they often look after in their house in Munich.
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