Rick, I love RateMyProfessor. I've been to the Canadian site and it's interesting to find that the comments on some of the profs I had almost 15 years ago are the same comments I would have had.

Little tiny snowflakes are falling from the sky and blowing around here. The view from my office window is like a street scene in a snowglobe. This may be charming to some. I am not a lover o' the winter.

Nothing planned this weekend, thank goodness. I was out doing Bitterpalooza with some pals last night, and am tired and dehydrated from the beer consumption, but it was a good night. Tonight, I have dinner plans with friends at one of my favourite restaurants. [link]

My parents return from their semi-annual Myrtle Beach visit on Sunday and are in town for a few days, so some of my time on Saturday will be dedicated to tidying up from my usual slight disarray to Mum-level clean.

Glad to be doing not much else, for a change. Fall has gone in an eyeblink, with the work busyness and all.

But no matter how cold it is, it will be warm in the apartment. I no longer fear the heat death of the universe.

Right there with you. I left the windows open all day yesterday, it dropped below freezing by the time I got home at night, yet inside it was 56°. Thanks for paying me back with free heat, downstairs neighbor that I did not wash out with a flood of sewerage!

Rick, are you sure that student didn't have "I LOVE YOU" written in eyeliner on her eyelids? Watch for the blinkers!

Yeah, Rick, I wouldn't write that about my teacher unless I wanted to boink him.

I've been talking about the teacher rating thing a fair amount recently, and it's interesting -- the form we use at my school was designed by a student committee, and doesn't include a single question about how much you learned in the class. Oops. Granted, it asks how useful it was, what classes prepared you for it, what classes it prepared you for, and like that, but nothing explicitly about learning.

My apartment overheats very easily (ginormous radiators, tiny little rooms), so we leave the windows open practically all winter.

I could only remember the name of one CompSci professor at McGill who's still there, and their comments would be like mine -- brilliant guy, but he should pass more people.

Now I'm looking up a college friend, and they're not being nice to her at all. Ouch.

Hah. The ratings for my Dad's 110 are not good. I'm not surprised. It is a class students often take to fulfill a science req, thinking it will be easy, with no math or physics. It isn't. My dad's style is lecture and q&a and he is a bit of a hardass. From what I heard from my friends who went to that school, students either loved the class, or hated it and him with a passion.

snork. I just looked up my favorite professor from grad school.

so boring and lazy. he is the type of teacher that just sits there and lets the students do all the work. i think he is just a****who likes sappy victorian literature and has no real desire to do the work of teaching it. he wants you to read it and then show up to class and like cry about how beautiful it was like those women on the Oprah Book Club. let's just say his "teaching style" isn't my style.