Classes are starting and we have already had the department party.
At the department party:
Students: Can we be in your class?
Professor Zero: You do not want to be in my class. I am the Worst Professor Ever!
Students: You may have heard that, but it is not what our friends say!
Allons voir. Due to budget cuts we were unable to hire, yet we cannot cease serving students. I am teaching five classes. Count that: f. i. v. e. I went up to four because of Hurricane Katrina, and now I am up to f. i. v. e. (Some people have eight, so I am grateful.)
Axé.
5 classes? That’s awful! On a side note, did you know I met my husband at a Hank Williams III concert? It always impresses my Southern students when I mentioned it.
That is hilarious, it is so unlikely for you – por lo menos aparentemente. I can’t get the Hank Williamses straight – are there THREE?
Yep. The original one, the son (a right wing nut that often gets arrested for abusing women), and the grandson (the one I saw), who wears a mohawk and whose shows are a combination of country music and punk rock. Really interesting. And I am more unlikely than you think, trust me. That’s why I’ve been able to navigate different worlds pretty easily.
What a hilarious family! 🙂
The Williams or my family? Both, probably.
Possibly, but the Williams have got to be the weirder!
Five classes? Wow.
Yes. Already met three, getting ready for the fourth today. The fifth is tomorrow.