My college had a professor of communications with a degree from a supposedly ancient (like, 13th century) Italian university. He only got exposed because we had a big ceremony for the newly-hired President of the college, with a procession that featured faculty and alumni walking in an order determined by the age of the oldest institution they were associated with. One of our alumni was a very famous author who was on the faculty at Harvard, and he was like “why am I not the first in line?” He looked up this comm prof’s “university” which turned out to be basically a prep school that wasn’t even close to being 700 years old. Comm prof was promptly fired, which was kind of a shame because he was actually a really good teacher.
My college had a professor of communications with a degree from a supposedly ancient (like, 13th century) Italian university. He only got exposed because we had a big ceremony for the newly-hired President of the college, with a procession that featured faculty and alumni walking in an order determined by the age of the oldest institution they were associated with. One of our alumni was a very famous author who was on the faculty at Harvard, and he was like “why am I not the first in line?” He looked up this comm prof’s “university” which turned out to be basically a prep school that wasn’t even close to being 700 years old. Comm prof was promptly fired, which was kind of a shame because he was actually a really good teacher.
Every element of this anecdote is awesome. It’s like a mix of a joke, a logic puzzle, a ragebait, and a true crime.
It might be even more entertaining if I said who this famous author was. But on the other hand, it might punctuate your equilibrium!