No phone here. |
Places where I frantically searched for my cell phone Saturday afternoon: in my car, at the church, in my husband's office.
Place where a colleague from the biology department found my cell phone on Sunday: in the parking area near the woods where my birding buddy and I saw the white-crowned sparrow and the hairy woodpecker.
Not a short story. |
Things students have said that I have not understood: Lincoln was assonated, abortion is a topic that is too often spewed under the rug, and Why aren't we reading any short stories? (in a class in which at least one-third of the reading assignments are short stories).
Number of times I've taught Salman Rushdie's Shame: five for the postcolonial literature survey, two or three more in independent studies.
Number of times people have protested the novel's sharp critique of Pakistan and Islam: zero.
Not a General Education requirement. |
Number of students who admitted that they hadn't done the reading for this morning's class: three.
Number of students in yesterday's class who had nothing to contribute to their group discussions because they were frantically trying to read the short stories (in a class that's one-third short stories!) during class time but wouldn't admit that they hadn't done the reading: more than three.
Words I may soon need to explain to those students soon: dissemble, temporize, founder.
2 comments:
I love that covered bridge.
So do I! For the past year I've been driving past that covered bridge at least twice a week, but this is the first time I've actually stopped to get a closer look. It was in regular use until 1990 but now it's strictly for foot traffic.
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