I've had one meeting
with my freshman class
I covered the syllabus,
some kind words of hope.
I mentioned that I'd
been teaching the class
for 30 plus years.
I told them I welcomed
the new things we would learn together,
the things we could accomplish,
as long as they'd try,
put their shoulder to the
grindstone, nose to wheel, la di da.
Got an email tonight
from a student who I vaguely remember,
sullen, staring at his hands in class.
"I can already tell you have
an old fashion approach.
Fresh students need more flexability
then you can give. You're generation
is why American education is failing.
I can all ready tell that you will
not understand the new ideas I have,
and that you will cripple my chances
to succeed, stop me from winning!
I have not decided if I will stay in the class,
but I wanted you to know
what I thought of you so far."
I spent 90 seconds
pondering my place in the universe,
and then another 90 more on what dinner might be.
Then replied to my student,
"It doesn't sound at all like I'm going to be
a good fit for you.
I'm attaching information that will help
you drop the class.
This way we both win."