Looked up my mom. Only 1 rating, but I think it's accurate:

"A kind woman - great smile and energy - a wonderful drama teacher!"

Yay mom.

why sarameg? are you checking it twice?

Others, just a transient sense of ennui.

Nearly spit Pepsi on the keyboard. Anyway, hot professors are a dime a dozen. The ones who prompt ennui? You remember those forever. You're making an impact!

Maybe not the impact you wanted to make...

I looked up my mother on that site once. Most of the comments were good (which is just as well, because I'm protective, and I really shouldn't have been reading them) except for one which said she used a fake English accent. The only thing I've been able to figure out is that they didn't understand about the Canterbury Tales and Beowulf.

And thrice and then again and again and it's only the list I have at the office. There is another one at home! Or maybe 2. I have this thing where in prep for events or travel, I am abolutely certain I am going to forget something Vitally Important and it makes me a little nutty.

Right now, it's that I have to get gas halfway home, if I want to get home. Now, I ask you, how likely is it really, that I would forget something like that? But nooo, crazybrain keeps latching on to that.

oooh, I can cross quarters off the list.

You know what? I think the sugar that was in my drink at lunch is not helping this any.

From what I hear, my mother's rating would be something like "Does she have to be that mean?" Luckily the site doesn't cover Jamaica, or she might be rampaging through her former students in her free time, telling them it was all for their own good.

Or ennui.

It's hard to predict.

One of my favorite Marquette profs:

God bless Michael Fleet and the ground he walks on. One of the most compassionate and intellectually provocative professors I've ever come across.

He actually fought with the administation to get me into his class because I wasn't officially in the honors program and they thought I couldn't handle it - I ended up getting one of only two A's in the class.

I should have done more apartment cleaning last night and this morning before leaving for work (I'm heading out for the East Coast tomorrow morning), but every time I sat down for a few minutes, the cat would come on over for a cuddle. Since I'm feeling all sorts of guilty about leaving her alone with only a daily visit by the cat sitting service, I felt compelled to pet her as often as possible.

When I get home from HP4 tonight, it'll be an all-out cleaning and packing blitz with no cuddling until I'm done, damnit!

ETA: Pretty much all of my Marquette profs seem to have retired--Fr. Naus is the only one I saw who I remember having 20 years ago.

Whoah. Just looked up my History of Math teacher... one of the bad ratings I understand, because sometimes you do get the sense she'd rather be alone, and she's sort of socially awkward. But then there's this:

yeah, I dont often use the C word to describe women, but she fits it perfectly...not a friendly person, no personality, she probably smells, and is turned on by MATH...end of story...avoid at all costs

I have many things to say in reply, but I thought I'd let it stand by itself. End of story indeed!

Cereal to ask Brenda--did you get into the honors program after that class? I was lucky enough to get into it before freshman year, so I could avoid the 500-person history class (I had Zupko for History 1, and loved every minute of it!) as well as get out of Freshman English and dive right into the Honors Lit class (and start my junior-level classes a year early).