A conversation with a friend who has recently entered the teaching profession:
“So…how does it feel to be on the other side of the table (finally)?”
“Yeah, good…gr8 actually…No exams, but I get to set up the paper…no assignments, and homework, but I get to decide on the topics and themes of what my students gonna do…but, y’know, more than anything else, it’s the joy of shaping a life…”
blah blah blah....>>> Fast fwd...
(I will die laughing man…Will decode the language for you…The idea of shaping lives means endless opportunities of haranguing and harassing and ribbing and ragging!)"Don't be nasty to them as some of your professors have been to you...give easy questions...be generous in assessing them...and most importantly, if you spot someone sleeping in the class, please don't call that person to the blackboard and tell him/her to explain things to the whole class. That would be the worst kind of humiliation. One's in a total zombie and disoriented state."
I'm sure I've given her several ideas...a sly grin appears on that face...her eyes twinkle...am sure she is regretting the long weekend...and thinking whether she can actually call people for an extra class on the 2nd!