I've been sitting here an especially long time staring at the screen. The blank screen. Sometimes this works, I'll let the coffee wriggle into the wires of my body until it jogs the brain into an idea. That doesn't seem to be occurring this morning. (insert 10 more minutes of staring)
I had a pretty good class yesterday. Actually, all my classes are nice this session, a nice mix of old students and new ones. One of the new students yesterday said that she couldn't believe how fast two hours passed, and then just as she was going out the door, she said, "I'm, how do you say, a groupie." "Fan," I corrected her as I blushed. Stuff like that's likely to give one a big head. I can't say it didn't feel good though.
There was another first this session. One of my previous classes requested a different teacher. This was ego-bruising for sure, but was mitigated by the fact that it was an early morning out in timbuktu class. I have many students who sign up "only if we can have Richard", and to them I mentioned that I was unwanted by a class this session and they all expressed shock, unable to understand why someone would request that. That soothed my bruises. The comment I got (via HR) from the traitors was, "he's too relaxed." I guess they want some uptight nazi for a teacher, and that ain't me. Or maybe they hate fags. Who knows.