Wednesday, September 05, 2007
You know who you are, Student.
Yes, you, whom I have never met or heard of before two days ago. You have already, so far:
Emailed me expressing excitement about being in my section.
Approached me after lecture to reassert said excitement, and been informed by me that you are not in fact in any of my sections.
Emailed me again to share that you changed your schedule to be in one of my sections, and that you would really like to know when my office hours are (I will keep them secret from you as long as possible, which realistically, at this point, is about ten hours).
Stopped me on the street to introduce me to your best friend from high school and once again assure me that you would see me in class and did I remember what room it was in (no).
All of this, before I even teach my first section. Congratulations. You are a stalker, and I am watching my back.
Emailed me expressing excitement about being in my section.
Approached me after lecture to reassert said excitement, and been informed by me that you are not in fact in any of my sections.
Emailed me again to share that you changed your schedule to be in one of my sections, and that you would really like to know when my office hours are (I will keep them secret from you as long as possible, which realistically, at this point, is about ten hours).
Stopped me on the street to introduce me to your best friend from high school and once again assure me that you would see me in class and did I remember what room it was in (no).
All of this, before I even teach my first section. Congratulations. You are a stalker, and I am watching my back.
