tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13140772.post2476685554469132419..comments2023-11-29T02:22:49.926-06:00Comments on Coyotebanjo: Racehorses at the gateCJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02758288418215601287noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13140772.post-36488013534540077122007-08-24T08:14:00.000-05:002007-08-24T08:14:00.000-05:00I envy this - unfortunately, I'm right there with ...I envy this - unfortunately, I'm right there with Terminal Degree, having nightmares. Mine usually involve either a cavalcade of busted gadgets, suddenly having to teach a class on applying particle physics to modal counterpoint, or realizing 40 minutes into a class that I forgot to show up (this is the most common nightmare - honey, I spaced the kids.)<BR/><BR/>I can't imagine what it must feel like to walk into a semester without having one's stomach in a twist. Then again, I can't imagine yet what it's like to teach a semester in which I am not either teaching a new class, teaching one that I've completely revised, or teaching one that involves around 900 eyeballs staring at me in anticipation of being entertained.<BR/><BR/>Everything Coyotebanjo says is true, of course - good advice, and makes perfect sense. I'm sure that students DO respond positively to unalloyed intellectual joy; I gotta get me a bottle of that.Dharmoniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02579084806029067592noreply@blogger.com