from the other side, my classes started today. with the discovery that one of my classes is on the 3rd floor of a building that’s currently being rebuilt, so I’ve no idea how to get to that floor without having to use at least some stairs, because I’ve not yet found where the fuck their temporary “accessible” entrance is. (and I only found the elevator on the way down, too *sigh*)
Right there with you, PZ. (Literally, as a matter of fact, as I am now teaching at your institution!)
WF
prfessersays
Keep the positive thoughts, PZ. You and I are now actively saving lives, both human and animal.
Yesterday’s gem, in a class of 48 freshmen chemistry students. I pose the query, “What, then, is the volume of this 10x10x10 cm cube? Let’s see a hand.”
Blank stares. Silence. But I smile inside as I save lives. Twenty-four years now, dedicated to keeping another sack of idiots out of medical school and veterinary school.
Cheers, PZ!
If I recall clearly (which I don’t), drinking starts at when the uni bar opens. 10am, perhaps.
Just a little nip in your morning coffee before lecture, right?
Give ’em
hellheck, Professor!(the poor wee things)
my condolences.
from the other side, my classes started today. with the discovery that one of my classes is on the 3rd floor of a building that’s currently being rebuilt, so I’ve no idea how to get to that floor without having to use at least some stairs, because I’ve not yet found where the fuck their temporary “accessible” entrance is. (and I only found the elevator on the way down, too *sigh*)
As much as I love my job, the start of each semester fills me with dread. I’ll probably settle down okay by the second week. Sort of like my students.
I feel you. They start next week for me.
I am not ready to go back to being the only thing stopping 60 new pre-meds from blinding themselves with nitric acid.
Why wait so long?
Avoid hangovers – stay drunk! (Joking. Kinda.)
Cheers!
Chin-chin.
Why bother with coffee?
I say substitute it for 1.66 glasses of wine; as Mitchell and Webb taught us, everything is easier when you’re just ever so slightly drunk.
Oooooh drinking!
{Cue montage of Louis skipping through grassy fields holding hands with an anthropomorphised pint of real ale and a rum chaser}
{Cue romantic sweeping violin music in rising chords}
{Cue sunset on a deserted beach, Louis and anthropomorphised drinks staring into each other’s eyes lovingly. Louis drinks the drinks…}
Wait…that just got suspiciously sick didn’t it?
Cheers PZ!
Louis
Good luck, and thanks for writing this blog. You’ve opened my eyes to many things. :)
Sympathy, brother. Sympathy. (I’m writing a syllabus right now.)
Way ahead of you. *hic*
I have another week.
I have the big botany class (which counts as two)! And one other. Not so bad.
My first thought upon reading the post was “Did PZ mean himself or the students? Probably both.”. :)
You have tenure, right? Why not drink during class?
This is just to cheer you up a tad with the banality and innate intelligence of presumably well intentioned xians…
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-19349921
Right there with you, PZ. (Literally, as a matter of fact, as I am now teaching at your institution!)
WF
Keep the positive thoughts, PZ. You and I are now actively saving lives, both human and animal.
Yesterday’s gem, in a class of 48 freshmen chemistry students. I pose the query, “What, then, is the volume of this 10x10x10 cm cube? Let’s see a hand.”
Blank stares. Silence. But I smile inside as I save lives. Twenty-four years now, dedicated to keeping another sack of idiots out of medical school and veterinary school.