Anakin had no intention of doing something as drastic as lunging at Peter, or Force choking him for that question. That would be stupid not only for the consequence of losing his job. Despite what most people thought about him, he was quite aware of the boundaries of society, and stayed well within them without much effort, even if his demeanor was blunt.
"The success of scientific breakthrough isn't the initial discovery, but the repetition of results, and without a language to define and describe the why of every prediction or result nothing would make sense," he started, no less threatening in tone than he'd been all along. "Every step, even trial and error, is bound by this mathematical language. What's the point? That's like a composer asking what's the point of learning musical scales and how to draw up lines of music. They can hum can't they? They are set to draft a symphony."
He set the marker down on the ledge of the white board and picked up the eraser to clean the black ink.
"I know you're a highly intelligent student, Mr. Parker, brilliant even," he continued, holding off wiping the board just yet. "I don't doubt your ability to comprehend the material. But if you knew this material enough to toss it away in favor of just seeing because you just know you wouldn't have had a question after class. For someone who has as much potential as you I expect better than questioning the foundations of science."