#professoring done wrong

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Here we go... Freshers’ Week... the start of another academic year...

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Ahhh you seem like a really cool person I wish I could have you as my professor!

They all say that before I mark their essays…

Joking aside, thank you for your kind words! I guess as far as profs go, I’m reasonably cool (the standards aren’t that high after all), but I’m sure you’ll find pretty cool profs wherever you go. Most of us hide it behind social awkwardness, but there’s a cool person inside there somewhere…

Well, and if there’s ever anything I can do or answer — my ask box is always open!

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Research day. At 8pm my brain function has dwindled to nothing but releasing small puffs of smoke from my ears.

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I have been so productive this week, I’m having a work-free and guilt-free Sunday. Just wanted to announce that because I’m a junior professor and these things just don’t happen in my life.

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You know you are working in academia when submitting something to your boss at 2am on a Saturday morning results in a lively email conversation.

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Told a student to put her document onto my personal laptop to avoid starting up the slow university computer again. Had the presence of mind to open a new desktop. Didn’t remember that the most prominent file on there is “The Penis Poem”. Oops.

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Taking the kids on a school trip today! I’m so excited!

Ok, by kids I mean my 25+ year old postgraduate students, and by school trip I mean that we get to visit a major manufacturing plant and hear talks from the managers. However, I’m still excited.

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Having a coffee with colleagues and checking yik yak for the latest gossip only to have the first yak be “Do lecturers read yik yak?”

Let me look around the table... one, two, three, four... yep, they do. Right here, right now, and after every lecture to get the latest feedback.