tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post115215649486797670..comments2023-10-15T10:46:19.889-04:00Comments on RejectNull: Student Dillusions*statgirl*http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677374556245468164noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-1152277754073452672006-07-07T09:09:00.000-04:002006-07-07T09:09:00.000-04:00Well, duh! If you are answering emails you're clea...Well, duh! If you are answering emails you're clearly in the office. I mean, that's the only place one can send and receive emails right? Computers only exist in on-campus offices. Sheesh.Abbeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01338660653004655997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-1152222499047742112006-07-06T17:48:00.000-04:002006-07-06T17:48:00.000-04:00WHAT??? You mean you are not at your office 24/7? ...WHAT??? You mean you are not at your office 24/7? You mean you don't sleep on the office floor and eat all your meals from the snack machine downstairs just in case one of your students might need you? What kind of professor are you anyway? (Answer: One with a life!) Reminds me of when my middle school students would see me in the grocery store and gasp "What are YOU doing here?" I got really good at snarky answers like, "The school cafeteria is closed on Saturday, and I got hungry!" Had a blast with you visiting, just a preview of next year!<BR/>dice_singerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-1152204748233319532006-07-06T12:52:00.000-04:002006-07-06T12:52:00.000-04:00Sadly, I honestly believe that it would kill stude...Sadly, I honestly believe that it would kill students to think.Seeking Solacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13605809609182729290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16364093.post-1152166566339700162006-07-06T02:16:00.000-04:002006-07-06T02:16:00.000-04:00Sounds like my students!I got one who called me a ...Sounds like my students!<BR/><BR/>I got one who called me a couple weeks ago and left a message saying that she was thinking of taking my class in the fall and asking if she could use the old edition of the textbook. She said that her name was XXX. Just the first name. That was it. No last name. No phone number. And, not even WHICH class she was signing up for. When I got to campus today, I found another message from her, wonderring why I had never called back.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com