I just taught my first 218 solo. I have six students wanting to add. I have six blonde glasses-wearing girls who all sat together. I have three required textbooks, one optional textbook, and one on its way.
I'm pretty sure it was a decent class.
But all I can remember is that I was sweating. . . a lot.
Ew.
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But you survived. Hooray.
As a general rule, the more treats you bring to class, the less students care about your sweat output.
Do not bring treats. Do. Not. Bring. Treats.
Treats are an invitation for anarchy.
So, here in the most humid place in the world, they turn off the air conditioning in several campus buildings in August, August being, in the minds of the number-crunchers, something closer to September and October, by which time the air conditioning might actually be a necessity anymore. So on the first day of class, I arrived already sticky from walking acros campus, and by the end of the period I could actually feel it running down my face.
I'm with Tolkers on treats; but then, I've always preferred being feared to being loved.
A.A.M. is right, you don't know true sweating untill you've lived in the Midwest. Also, I agree with the no "treats" policy. Is "treats" a Utahism? I think it is. We always said "refreshments." I have this theory that "treats" are Mormon culture's alcohol substitute. If my ideas are right this would certainly reinforce the no "treats" policy.
It's good to hear from you. If I were ever going to by a desk set--twice--I'd probably buy this one. . . both times.
I suppose I should clairfy (I've been adopted by Utah, so my attempts to learn its language are less than adequate.)
If treats = cookies, rice krispie treats, or general, pass-around baked confectionary delights, then yeah, I imagine chaos ensues.
If treats = small reward for paying attention/answering a question intelligently, then I think they do quite well.
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Poetry?
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