tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post8334842282301435900..comments2023-10-15T04:23:50.187-04:00Comments on College Misery: Not on call? You must be hibernating.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-55379377923767196432013-07-20T10:50:44.948-04:002013-07-20T10:50:44.948-04:00Now you know one reason I never go to Hooter's...Now you know one reason I never go to Hooter's, or similar places. Aside from it being a matter of principle, what if the waitress turns out to be one of my students? "Oh, PROFESSOR Frankenstien, FANCY MEETING YOU HERE..."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-18544971412500625242013-07-20T04:11:53.470-04:002013-07-20T04:11:53.470-04:00I once met an (opposite gender) UG student when I ...I once met an (opposite gender) UG student when I was in a pool (20 miles from the University) doing laps. Actually asked hir if s/he could tell me the time on the clock as I couldn't see it without my glasses. Totally awkward. Ugh.Dream-Killerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10899352252923649504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-73164863772462451182013-07-19T23:50:21.966-04:002013-07-19T23:50:21.966-04:00My former masters thought I was supposed to be ava...My former masters thought I was supposed to be available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Any time not dedicated to my students and their success was seen as time theft. Personally, I think they were using it to justify resenting my getting my last 2 degrees.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-68571705886339971762013-07-19T22:04:43.862-04:002013-07-19T22:04:43.862-04:00Whenever I feast on the blood of my students, they...Whenever I feast on the blood of my students, they rarely survive, so the point is moot.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-63973384724766408612013-07-19T14:47:05.987-04:002013-07-19T14:47:05.987-04:00I saw some former students of mine when I went to ...I saw some former students of mine when I went to a major amusement park with my wife and kids. Apparently, from their faces, my presence on the ride ruined their fun, or, they were dismayed and confused by the prospect that I could have fun and smile and laugh with another human being (my little boy). I had no friggin idea who they were, except that I recall they'd once been a class of Prof Poopieheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00997969128824319914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883226237165701608.post-23196060318600503072013-07-19T12:55:15.313-04:002013-07-19T12:55:15.313-04:00I feast upon the ruined hopes and dreams of my fai...I feast upon the ruined hopes and dreams of my failed students. After this past year, I am sated for a few months.<br /><br />Hmmm. Was that my stomach growling?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com