Friday, January 21, 2005

Discarded Flesh Sack
Posted by Sam at 1:06 PM

I survived my first teaching experience. The students didn't skin me alive and hang my discarded flesh sack on the doorknob of Mac Lab 1... as I thought they might. You know... just to send a message to the other n00b instructors. They've got to make an example out of one of us... or so I've read.

Anyway, I think it went well. We just went over the syllabus and did some boring stuff like that. It was still really fun... and I think/hope that once my students/minions really get into it, they will have some fun too. Oh... and learn stuff. Right. Learning. That's important... or so I have read.

I did however, tell them that I'm an avid listener and huge fan of Swedish Black Metal. I wonder if that was a good idea?

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Swedish Black
It can't hurt; it will probably help you earn some respect or it will intimidate the living daylights out of them.

Comment By TheDarkLordDerfla on January 21, 2005 2:24 PM

Congrats on surviving day one. You do know you are just being lulled into a false sense of security, right? Yep, about this time next week, you will be missing part of the Cohen treasury. Thought it was a friends duty to warn ya. And point and laugh. Bwahahahahaha!

I think you probably respected them as people and that gave them no cause to hate you yet. Keep it up! ;)

Comment By Blackwatch on January 21, 2005 3:01 PM

a. way to work discarded flesh sack in. 2. nice picture of a discarded flesh sack. where did you find that? the patron saint of quality footwear smiles upon you.

Comment By manuel noriega on January 22, 2005 1:48 AM

Wow! Can't say enough about my disappointment that I am not in your class. Congratulations! Your students are in for real treat. Wish I could be one of them.

Best Regards...


Comment By Showroadie on January 23, 2005 12:08 PM

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