To say this term has been challenging at my college would be an extreme understatement. For the first time in over 20 years of teaching, half my courses had pass rates below 50%. (We are required to report those who drop in our pass rates as failures, which makes the numbers look even worse.) Most of my colleagues have reported this to be the worst semester they have ever experienced between the increased snowflakery, the poor attendance and grades that go along with said snowflakery, the new registration system, and the generally low morale caused by our budget crisis. Everyone is pretty much feeling like crap...except for one person.
Some of you may remember my post earlier in the term about Alcoholic Andrea. She came by my office right after finals to ask me yet another question about something she needed to do online. I was with another colleague who remarked afterward that she could smell Andrea before we could see her given that Andrea was wearing eau de distillery chased by a lame attempt to cover the smell with breath mints. She was in a fantastic mood. This was her best semester yet! The students were smart, she had over 80% pass rates in every class, everyone loved her, and she could hardly wait to see her student evaluations. In fact, she was sorry to see the semester end because it had been so incredible.
I really need to find out what she's drinking. Maybe Santa will put some in my stocking.
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