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I used to be a teacher. College-level, teaching applied physics at the freshmen level. I thought it would be a great career – molding young minds, setting them on their course, showing them the wonders of the universe.
Half of them never paid attention to me. They didn’t feel I had anything worth to say, apparently. Another quarter just did enough to get by. They scraped through the class with Cs and Ds. The rest actually put some effort in, but it was rare that I ever got a student I felt I truly connected to.
Of course, that came back and bit me on the ass, so to speak. Add in the debacle with dating Jill, the dean’s daughter, and –
Well, let it suffice to say that I never want to look inside a classroom again. Give me a good, well-lit laboratory any day. (With windows. Windows are a must.)
I used to be a teacher. College-level, teaching applied physics at the freshmen level. I thought it would be a great career – molding young minds, setting them on their course, showing them the wonders of the universe.
Half of them never paid attention to me. They didn’t feel I had anything worth to say, apparently. Another quarter just did enough to get by. They scraped through the class with Cs and Ds. The rest actually put some effort in, but it was rare that I ever got a student I felt I truly connected to.
Of course, that came back and bit me on the ass, so to speak. Add in the debacle with dating Jill, the dean’s daughter, and –
Well, let it suffice to say that I never want to look inside a classroom again. Give me a good, well-lit laboratory any day. (With windows. Windows are a must.)
