A student keeps sending me e-mail messages addressing me as "Dr. Rogue," possibly as a result of a hyperactive autocorrect feature that refuses to recognize "Hogue" as a legitimate word. Dr. Rogue could be the archenemy of SuperProf, who is faster than a student's cut-and-paste, stronger than an athlete's dirty sweatsock, and able to leap tall library stacks in a single bound but can be stupefied into paralysis when Dr. Rogue unleashes her evil power to (gasp!) appoint SuperProf to the Assessment committee.
Dr. Rogue skips committee meetings without excuse.
Dr. Rogue scoffs at tenure, pooh-poohs promotion, and wilfully omits closing parentheses in parenthetical citations.
Dr. Rogue sends snarky responses to students who spell her name wrong--until SuperProf escapes the evil clutches of the Assessinator and swoops in to insert comments about poor collegiality into Dr. Rogue's annual review. SuperProf saves the day! But stay tuned for the next episode, when Dr. Rogue (gasp!) brazenly parks in a no-parking zone to return a library book two weeks late--barefoot!
Ah, what exciting lives we all lead. These days I feel less like Dr. Rogue than like Dr. Dull:
Today I think I'll sit in the sun
and read a book until it's done,
and when the sun has one arm fried
I'll turn and cook the other side.
How about you? Let's see some poetic reflections of your daily life, thrilling or otherwise.
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