Blast from the Past...
Wow. So, I had a meeting last night about helping with some research projects (concerning safety off campus...) The meeting was in the dorm I lived in my first two years of college...it felt SO strange to be in there. I hadn't realized how YELLOW the decor is. It looked smaller and cramped and weird!!!!
Some of my former students were in the meeting (there's 4 undergrads who are trying hard to get some research hours for their transcripts, so we came up with this project...) and they both live in good ol' Ass Hall. They were asking me what floor I lived on, etc.
Sometimes I forget that students see me the same way that I used to see my instructors as a freshman. Honestly, it sometimes freaks me out! I bumped into a former student the other day and we were chatting a bit. (I like her a lot.) She mentioned an off-hand comment that I made about pop-tarts about a year ago. I know that I remember stuff like that but it surprises me when students remember things like that.
Anyhow...I must be extremely hormonal because I'm freaking choking up while grading papers! I had them write about their parenting/future parenting/babysitting style to use while we do this behaviorism unit (that and the newfoundlands that'll be coming to class!) Some of their papers are depressing: My parents used to beat me. I'll probably beat my kids, too. But some are really touching, about how much they felt and feel loved by their parents.
Wow. I'm meeting someone for lunch, then I have a client, class, and another client.
That was a bit depressing, too...I feel like, because they pay me to teach, I should be available to help students. And I usually give this long string of "availability" to meet with students before exams. Today, I basically said: "Okay, well...I'll be in my office until 2pm today, and we could meet after 7pm....or tomorrow after 9pm...or Friday before 8am....and I'll be checking my e-mail."
Some of my former students were in the meeting (there's 4 undergrads who are trying hard to get some research hours for their transcripts, so we came up with this project...) and they both live in good ol' Ass Hall. They were asking me what floor I lived on, etc.
Sometimes I forget that students see me the same way that I used to see my instructors as a freshman. Honestly, it sometimes freaks me out! I bumped into a former student the other day and we were chatting a bit. (I like her a lot.) She mentioned an off-hand comment that I made about pop-tarts about a year ago. I know that I remember stuff like that but it surprises me when students remember things like that.
Anyhow...I must be extremely hormonal because I'm freaking choking up while grading papers! I had them write about their parenting/future parenting/babysitting style to use while we do this behaviorism unit (that and the newfoundlands that'll be coming to class!) Some of their papers are depressing: My parents used to beat me. I'll probably beat my kids, too. But some are really touching, about how much they felt and feel loved by their parents.
Wow. I'm meeting someone for lunch, then I have a client, class, and another client.
That was a bit depressing, too...I feel like, because they pay me to teach, I should be available to help students. And I usually give this long string of "availability" to meet with students before exams. Today, I basically said: "Okay, well...I'll be in my office until 2pm today, and we could meet after 7pm....or tomorrow after 9pm...or Friday before 8am....and I'll be checking my e-mail."
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