This kind of discussion is routine for me. Students are forever coming up with fascinating ideas: it's part of their charm. They never tire of finding new ways to wear pants. Reinventing wheels, as it were, but this time using catgut instead of rubber or pie plates instead of chrome rims. Do you take my meaning? Best of all, students are gung ho about their futures. Not the future of the species or the planet, mind you, which they know is hopeless. But they are high about their own personal fates. This one will be a lawyer, that one a judge, this chap over here an events planner in the world's fanciest hotel. Who can resist their optative mood, as Emerson would call it? Not I! If it weren't for the callow dreams of youth, I would have hung myself long ago.
Goodbye Thong; Hello Cleavage
1 year ago
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Maybe it's a Canadian thing, the politeness and all. Or, maybe they're putting you on since they know that to become that doctor or lawyer or events planner (the latter seems to me to be of more social value, frankly) they need to keep up appearances.
TGA has found his students--who are often polite when they aren't plagiarizing, and often when they are--to have the intellectual curiosity of George W. Bush, which is to say, none. He has never had the kind of conversation with students that you describe, though he keeps regular office hours but inevitably goes home like the Maytag Repair Man. TGA no longer holds this against them, however, having reconciled himself to his fate, and them to theirs.
Keep up the good work, in class and out.
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