Ah, student evaluations. They are enclosed in a manila envelope,
small enough to fit in my briefcase and lighter than BallisticOther's shrimpy kitten, yet they perch on the edge of my desk and fester and gradually morph into the mammoth in the room. I both dread and anticipate them with not a little curiosity, because the originality and spunk with which they accuse me of any and all psychological crimes against nature are the two qualities missing from their papers all semester long.
I ask you, is there such a thing as selective application of critical thinking? Or have I succeeded in my endeavours at long last and the only outlet for the students' newfound skills is the evaluation? Perhaps I should hand out MadLibs first, but that would only result in claims that the Professor bibbles cucumbers. Try explaining that to the department chair.
Today, armed with hot chocolate and a gardenia flower BallisticOther insisted on sticking in my fedora (I am imitating Indiana Jones, if he was a teaching assistant professor, balding, and was pleasantly plump instead of abs-tastic and dashing), I finally reached over and opened that envelope. And, among other, less fun scribblings, here is what I found:
Who looks like a pineapple and makes me go to sleep?
Boring and Weird and Dauntless is he [I don't think s/he quite got what 'dauntless' means in Lochinvar]
I'll take it as a compliment; look, they notice my doctorate! And I'm dauntless! No, seriously, what am I supposed to do with this? So, here's the thirsty:
Q: What is the weirdest, craziest,
downright batty evaluation you ever got?