another school year....
Sep. 2nd, 2010 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ifeelbetterI am the type of person to buy a Special Notebook for every new class (whether I'm the teacher or the student) and, for my Detective Fiction/Comp class....I bought a notebook from Urban Outfitters that says "Put on your fancy pants."
The cashier was like, "Oh, are you a high school student?" (which never even happened when I WAS a HS student so I assume he was doing what I used to when I was the cashier at IHOP--flatter the customer so they don't yell at you about their money) and I was like, "No, I'm teaching." And he's like, "teaching high school?" and when I tell him I'll be teaching at the university, he boggled at me. And, yes, I conveniently left out the fact that I'm a grad student so, yes, I'm mad young for teaching at a college. But....duuude.
I begin teaching Baby's First Course next Tuesday. I am so all kinds of thrilled I can't even say. But my head keeps spinning through uber-romanticized versions of what it will be instead of making rational predictions. I'm like, "What if they all stand on their chairs and recite O captain my captain at the end of the first day instead of waiting till the end of the course? What am I gonna do then?" And then I have to sit my brain down for a Talk. There will be no chair standing. I feel like that should be my new mantra.
There will be no chair standing.
PS - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. WHAT. Why so perfect? Why can't I BE THERE TOO?
The cashier was like, "Oh, are you a high school student?" (which never even happened when I WAS a HS student so I assume he was doing what I used to when I was the cashier at IHOP--flatter the customer so they don't yell at you about their money) and I was like, "No, I'm teaching." And he's like, "teaching high school?" and when I tell him I'll be teaching at the university, he boggled at me. And, yes, I conveniently left out the fact that I'm a grad student so, yes, I'm mad young for teaching at a college. But....duuude.
I begin teaching Baby's First Course next Tuesday. I am so all kinds of thrilled I can't even say. But my head keeps spinning through uber-romanticized versions of what it will be instead of making rational predictions. I'm like, "What if they all stand on their chairs and recite O captain my captain at the end of the first day instead of waiting till the end of the course? What am I gonna do then?" And then I have to sit my brain down for a Talk. There will be no chair standing. I feel like that should be my new mantra.
There will be no chair standing.
PS - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. WHAT. Why so perfect? Why can't I BE THERE TOO?
