In which your humble narrator recalls the implementation of a key policy.
It's the first day of term, which fills me with dread. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a better class this semester.
When I was a pale, callow youth I went away to college in a magical land called St. Paul which was conveniently located far away from my crazy family and also in a large(ish) metropolitan area where one rarely saw gun racks and 'chaw' tins all over the damn ground. Though people were surprisingly nonchalant about carrying hockey sticks in grocery stores and churches.
In my first course, my professor (a sardonic transplant from Lubbock) announced at the beginning of class that "In accordance with College policy, I'd like to say from the outset that I care deeply about each and every one of you."
Hahahaha! So, are you going to follow his (her?) lead? Maybe all that Hippie Q. Flakington needed was assurance that he was loved.
ReplyDeleteYeah, uh, no. Loving them is above my pay grade.
ReplyDeleteAw! I completely forgot about that.
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