Nicely done! I especially like the images of the frisbee-fingers and the hats and gloves flying, as well as the very satisfactory ending of the poem. One of your best, I think.Interesting in the reality of it, too, of course. I prefer the start of spring semester (or winter, depending on where one teaches) to fall semester. There's something workaday about it; it lacks the false luster of fall semester, especially for those of us old enough to remember what teaching college was like a generation of students ago, when the beginning of fall semesters did hold real promise. Yes, I'm jaded. I do really like this poem.
Oh Greta!!Praise from youIs much appreciated.
What a lovely way to begin my day! Thank you.
See? This is why parents and students who visit CM are appalled. The moderators should close it down immediately.
Professor Tingle, I hope you understood my reference to a recent troll. Actually, I thought your poem is beautiful. Thank you for it.
Is it any wonder Dick and Yaro come from the same generation? Please forgive me if this comes out wrong, but most of my undergrad proffies were like this. I felt a level of warmth from them that made all the challenges of what I had to work on worthwhile and freighted with real meaning.I would like a bit of whatever it is they have.Thanks for the lovely piece, Dr. Tingle.
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