tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22001031.post7062321083216931388..comments2024-02-28T18:29:41.120-08:00Comments on Not of General Interest: Secret messages to students and colleaguesundinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05589384016564587214noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22001031.post-70368284303496681872008-12-06T13:17:00.000-08:002008-12-06T13:17:00.000-08:00Annieem, BBFS could wear anyone out, especially he...Annieem, BBFS could wear anyone out, especially her classmates. It's too bad there isn't an assistant to do what you suggested, or, better still, if she had a tape recorder, she could hear herself and learn to do a little (or a lot) of self-editing.<BR/><BR/>Bardiac, that's it exactly! Now to run it through the professionalese translator . . .undinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05589384016564587214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22001031.post-46707471128343039992008-12-03T22:05:00.000-08:002008-12-03T22:05:00.000-08:00Dear Colleague, Patriarchy sucks. Stop being a di...Dear Colleague, <BR/><BR/>Patriarchy sucks. Stop being a dink.<BR/><BR/>Yours in feminism, BBardiachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11846065504793800266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22001031.post-25241152586722442712008-12-03T15:53:00.000-08:002008-12-03T15:53:00.000-08:00To Brilliant but Flaky Student: Sigh. Once again...To Brilliant but Flaky Student: Sigh. Once again you came to class without your draft essay for work shopping. Writer’s block hits again. And you sat there at your desk, with your head in your arms looking like the saddest person on earth. However, I’ve finally learned not to engage you with my usual probing questions to get you to talk about your ideas, and then beg you to quickly jot them down. I tried that in the past, and got caught up in your brilliant but scattered analysis of your topic mixed in with your pleas for empathy. I didn’t want to hear again that you spent 20 hours drafting the 1200 word essay yet threw it all away as garbage. I didn’t want to hear you go on and on, brilliant ideas juxtaposed with pitiful pleas, while other students (those who had barely typed up their ideas an hour before class, and those who had probably spent 20 hours on their 3000 word masterpieces) glared at you as they responded to each other’s essays. But, alas, you went through our little drama despite my lack of eye contact. Dear Brilliant but Flaky Student: if only you had a muse who would follow you around all day and write up your brilliant observations, minus the whining: What a joy this class would have been today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com