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le sigh...the technology
Dec. 3rd, 2010 02:14 pmSo....it turns out that English professors must turn into crotchety dinosaurs when presented with technology. This happened to me during the students' presentations yesterday and I had to try to work a projector. I actually used to be the kid who would jump up and help the befuddled teachers back in the day--and I love gadgetry. I really do. Sometimes I troll the apple website and/or store (in-person lurking is harder in person, though) just to play with all the pretty, pretty gadgets. But I was tucking books under the projector to try to make it level and being all "there's this cord thing here, I bet it should plug in somewhere else..." at the students and they were making the face I used to make at professors--the "isn't it cute you think you're part of the modern world" face.
It's not so much that it made me feel old--I'm really not and I don't feel like it--but it made me feel like I had gone into a transporter-malfunction-evil-goatee universe where up was down and Kirk just had to go shirtless and sport a hunting knife. (Speaking of age, that right there? That was a ST:TOS reference. Yes, I've watched that whole show. But that has more to do with geekery than age, surely? [Don't call me Shirley.])
BUT STUDENTS...THEY ARE SO CUTE SOMETIMES. On a scale of one-to-whackadoodle, how creepy is it that I often have this thought that it would be lovely to bottle the eau-du-adorbs of the students when they are Good to spritz around the room when I'm grading their Bad papers? THESE ARE THINGS I THINK IN A DAY.
PS - Can we talk cocktails for a New York minute? The New York Times thing about holiday drinks has me wobbly at the knees and no mistake. I would bathe in Bohemian Spritz. Not even lying. And, guys? A drink called Original Chatham Artillery Punch CANNOT BE BAD. It just isn't possible.
It's not so much that it made me feel old--I'm really not and I don't feel like it--but it made me feel like I had gone into a transporter-malfunction-evil-goatee universe where up was down and Kirk just had to go shirtless and sport a hunting knife. (Speaking of age, that right there? That was a ST:TOS reference. Yes, I've watched that whole show. But that has more to do with geekery than age, surely? [Don't call me Shirley.])
BUT STUDENTS...THEY ARE SO CUTE SOMETIMES. On a scale of one-to-whackadoodle, how creepy is it that I often have this thought that it would be lovely to bottle the eau-du-adorbs of the students when they are Good to spritz around the room when I'm grading their Bad papers? THESE ARE THINGS I THINK IN A DAY.
PS - Can we talk cocktails for a New York minute? The New York Times thing about holiday drinks has me wobbly at the knees and no mistake. I would bathe in Bohemian Spritz. Not even lying. And, guys? A drink called Original Chatham Artillery Punch CANNOT BE BAD. It just isn't possible.
