Whew…

Long week. The first week of class is always stressful. Anxiety disorder always kicks in when I have to face all those new faces in my classes. Sure, not all of them are new — let’s see, there are at least six students who either failed or withdrew from a section of my intro class before. Most of them knew they were getting me again, too, though a couple got blindsided by me taking the MW classes from Cilla and FredM.

This is going to be a weird term work-wise, anyway — another of those students is my own son. Tuesday he sat in the second row; today he was in the back. Tsk tsk tsk. Of course we already have our understanding established. I treat him like any other student; he behaves like any other student. He knew up front I wouldn’t cut him any slack. Neither will Janet in her macro class, I’m sure.

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