So, I've made it to the point of my new job where people greet me by name in the hallway, and I have no idea who they are. Good times.
I've been out of the abbey two days, I've beaten a lawman senseless, I've fallen in with criminals. I watched the captain shoot the man I swore to protect. And I'm not even sure if I think he was wrong.
Book ,'Serenity'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Jan 10, 2014 4:08:18 am PST #16816 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Kat - Jan 10, 2014 5:09:02 am PST #16817 of 30000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Panna Cotta is delicious.
It occurs to me that heavy cream is a big party of my cooking repertoire. This perhaps explains why I am fat?
Kat - Jan 10, 2014 5:10:24 am PST #16818 of 30000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
So, I've made it to the point of my new job where people greet me by name in the hallway, and I have no idea who they are. Good times.
I have so many students this year and last that I can't learn all of their names (though I is. And when I don't see them after a few weeks, I can't remember who they are at all. Then they friend me on facebook and I'm like, "hhhmm... don't know that person."
Kat - Jan 10, 2014 5:10:25 am PST #16819 of 30000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
So, I've made it to the point of my new job where people greet me by name in the hallway, and I have no idea who they are. Good times.
I have so many students this year and last that I can't learn all of their names (though I is. And when I don't see them after a few weeks, I can't remember who they are at all. Then they friend me on facebook and I'm like, "hhhmm... don't know that person."
-t - Jan 10, 2014 5:16:39 am PST #16820 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
That is too many students.
Heavy cream is a major part of my diet, also. Nom. Breakfast this morning was a shirred duck egg with pesto and cream. Hooray decadence!
Hil R. - Jan 10, 2014 5:25:55 am PST #16821 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I usually have about 130 students at the beginning of the semester, and about 30 of them drop the class during the course of the semester. By the end of the semester, I'll usually be able to match the names and faces of maybe 50 of the ones who are left.
Jesse - Jan 10, 2014 5:27:59 am PST #16822 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I'm always impressed when teachers know anyone's name beyond like 25 people. And definitely if they remember past students! I was just telling my mother that one of my grade school teachers friended me on Facebook, and she was like, "He remembered you??" Which, yes he did! (I had the feeling our class was at an important time for him, beyond my being exceptional....)
msbelle - Jan 10, 2014 5:28:45 am PST #16823 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
the cowgirl hat probably helped also.
Rick - Jan 10, 2014 5:37:47 am PST #16824 of 30000
The retired president of another university used to teach a large lecture class for us each semester. He memorized the name, hometown, and other characteristics (chosen by the students) for all 240 students in the class every semester. It took quite an effort.
But he was retired and in his 70's, and he thought that the memorization would help to keep his brain in shape.
brenda m - Jan 10, 2014 5:49:19 am PST #16825 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
How crazy is this.
One of my mom's college roommates from U of Toronto in the early 60s is in Mexico and struck up a chat over margaritas with a Scottish gentleman who turned out to be one of my mom's best friends from NYC in the 70s.