Flashes of Panic

The singular thing about graduate school may well be this: within a few hours, you can both doze off in class, and watch people doze off in a class you’re teaching.

With the professor out on Tuesday, I filled in to do a review for the midterm (today.) (If we had been a bit more forward-thinking, the midterm would’ve been Tuesday, but we weren’t.) Maybe it’s the chronically under-rested state of most undergraduates; maybe it’s the fact that class is from 1:30 to 3:00 in a chronically over-warmed classroom. I’ve dozed off in that room several times, myself. I didn’t count, but I can visualize at least four, maybe five of the students “resting their eyes” while I talked.

And I couldn’t really blame them, so I didn’t say anything.

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