Am figuring that I’ve taught about 1,000 students at Webster University over the last 13 or 14 years. Have to say that my favorite-student-’til-now just walked out of my classroom, after taking his final exam and, then, methodically cleaning out his bursting, yet meticulously-organized, multi-pocket folder. Since the young man’s been in the two intro classes that I teach on a regular basis, it’s unlikely that I’ll run across him in this context again, which is a bit of a bummer since his personality (and oversized headphones) never did anything but put a smile on my face.

Enjoy teaching? At times.

Oddly nostalgic over the hyper-immediate past? Probably.

Weepy? Might just be.


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