Sometimes I turn around from writing on the board and people on the right side of my class are laughing amongst themselves. This is when I am teaching. For the past year I've attributed this to my own (substantial) paranoia, until about an hour ago when after my lecture a student tapped me on the shoulder and said, "You have chalk on your butt."
I waited until most of my students were gone, then I craned my neck around and had a look at my butt. It had a big white line across one cheek. This line could only be from me sitting on the chalk ledge--the part of the blackboard where you store chalk.
At that moment, gazing at my own butt, I realized: I sometimes "rest" on the chalk ledge when I'm teaching. I hadn't consciously considered this before--it's just something I do without thinking while I teach. I feel tired, so I perch or lean on whatever is handy.
But when I perch on the chalk ledge: white line across butt.
5 comments:
you are like a real professor now! absentminded and oblivious. your students probably wonder how you were ever able to survive in the world.
Your stock is rising!
Nice!
I'm with Tom. You've not only crossed the Rubicon, but I feel like you've entered Rome.
And yet, it feels like we're settling for too little in the progress department. This somehow doesn't feel like a win.
KS, of course you would not see this as a win. You're like a black hole of positivity.
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