This morning I amused myself by going through some spiral notebooks of lecture notes. The above is from one of my favorite college courses, English History. The professor would tell stories, not drill names + dates. It was one of the first times history was really interesting to me. He had a fan club that would sit in the front row, lavishing complements, giggling at anything remotely humorous + I'll even bet that at least one of those ladies wrote "I love you" across their eyelids a la Indiana Jones.
My notes from this class are scattered with sketches of weapons + farm tools, but mostly weapons.