Start companies? Hmmmmm, I like that. I may complete that search on my own so that I can one day shuffle off the proffie threads and make some moolah. Does anyone still say moolah, or jack, or cheese? Man, I'm old. And fat, but that's neither here nor there.
Don't listen, ELS. My wife is lactose intolerant - she won't tolerate it! - and as a helpmate I've devoted my life to eating more and more cheese so the dairy people in the country will not suffer.
My fraternity advisor used to (and still does, I understand) attend the closed fraternity-sorority parties that we held, and he could also be counted on to show up, wearing a condom hat to publicize safe sex, at unsanctioned off-campus parties, too. (NB: My fraternity didn't host these parties; they were the product of a rogue frat and other like organizations.) Some of the fellow's showing up was a self-imposed chaperone duty, I think, but he actually seemed to like hanging out with the students, and he drank his fair share of Natural Light.
And yeah...although we liked him, the mother hen act got old, and we sometimes wished he'd go away.
Two concepts always governed my dealings with students: arm's length relationship and conflict of interest. Anything less than either of them was not permitted.
Dreaming? Nightmare, more like it.
ReplyDeleteBut: one name does spring to mind.
Can BFF be used as a verb?
Only if it's used as a synonym for BOHICA.
DeleteStart companies? Hmmmmm, I like that. I may complete that search on my own so that I can one day shuffle off the proffie threads and make some moolah. Does anyone still say moolah, or jack, or cheese? Man, I'm old. And fat, but that's neither here nor there.
ReplyDeleteCheese has that effect on a person.
DeleteDon't listen, ELS. My wife is lactose intolerant - she won't tolerate it! - and as a helpmate I've devoted my life to eating more and more cheese so the dairy people in the country will not suffer.
DeleteMy fraternity advisor used to (and still does, I understand) attend the closed fraternity-sorority parties that we held, and he could also be counted on to show up, wearing a condom hat to publicize safe sex, at unsanctioned off-campus parties, too. (NB: My fraternity didn't host these parties; they were the product of a rogue frat and other like organizations.) Some of the fellow's showing up was a self-imposed chaperone duty, I think, but he actually seemed to like hanging out with the students, and he drank his fair share of Natural Light.
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah...although we liked him, the mother hen act got old, and we sometimes wished he'd go away.
I may be hopelessly old fashioned, but the idea of spending any time outside of class or the office with students makes me a little queasy.
DeleteEw.
DeleteMaybe Kimmie is Snowflaketose intolerant
ReplyDeleteTwo concepts always governed my dealings with students: arm's length relationship and conflict of interest. Anything less than either of them was not permitted.
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