Serendib Teaching

Woke up from a dream where I was scolding a grad student for avoiding her grading. I don’t supervise any grad students. I *am* the grad student. It’s 7 a.m. on a Saturday, brain, and I’m not even behind on my grading. Ease up!

Yes, I left my laptop in my office on Monday. Whew. Coming in just now on Wed to teach and confirmed. I *thought* so, but wasn’t positive I hadn’t left it in a classroom… Just one in a series of discombobulations this week. Sigh. I *also* apparently scanned in the reading for the students whose

Really lovely class just now. We’re at the end of the second week, so have mostly settled into figuring out who is actually in the course, so took time today to do introductions. It meant we didn’t get to the reading (since the first half of the 50 minute class I spent on reviewing some

Foggy campus today! That’s my office building, with my office on the 19th floor, lost in the fog…

Okay, finally feel like we’re in the swing of the semester properly, second week in. Getting sick first week = NOT RECOMMENDED. But I don’t look (or feel) horribly sick anymore, I barely coughed in today’s lecture, and we had a great discussion of Amal El-Mohtar‘s “Biting Tongues” today. They loved the poem, btw. Popular choice!

Day 7 of cold: woke up after much coughing in the night, feeling reasonably rested nonetheless (due to the NyQuil that kept dragging me back under). Only felt mildly terrible on waking, which is a great improvement from the utterly horrible waking of two days ago. Cold, despite wearing thick sweats. Have managed to get

I’m actually calling in sick today, which I hate to do the first week of the semester — I don’t think I’ve ever done that before. But since I’m breaking into a hacking cough every three minutes or so, and I feel too woozy to drive, prudence seems the better part of valor here. At