I really effing hate it when you agree to meet with a student on one of your off days–a nice, polite, good student who has missed an entire week of classes due to illness. You plan to met, discuss the latest novel, help him get started on a paper, allow him to apologize profusely for missing your stellar lectures. In this situation, you might not otherwise gladly meet on an off day, except that a) you feel sorry for the guy, and b) he is an apprentice at a local tattoo parlour and you think it might behoove you to have a contact there. So you drag yourself out of your cozy, cozy bed on his behalf.
But hang on, here’s the part I really effing hate: You suspect that the guy might not be able to make it, so you are sure to check your email before leaving the house. No word. You assume the meet is on, throw on clothes, drive to school, pay the parking meter, get coffee, and settle in at the office only to find out that lo, he is not coming. He is still sick. Fuuuuuuuck. At least I got coffee.
You’ll feel really guilty when they find him at home dead in a pile of Pyrex splinters.
This has happened to me. I quietly take them down an entire letter grade on my excel spreadsheet before I look up, smile, and say, “Oh it was no problem, sorry you were so sick. Too bad you couldn’t send an email of some sort.”
This has happened to me. I quietly take them down an entire letter grade on my excel spreadsheet before I look up, smile, and say, “Oh it was no problem, sorry you were so sick. Too bad you couldn’t send an email of some sort.”
argh! Sorry for the double comments. Frickin’ network….
Ask him to tattoo “I will not be late for meetings with Zem” on his own ass as a reminder.
It’s always worked for me.
I would hate that, too. Is he cute? Do you ever have crushes on your students? Does he have a lot of ink?
Sorry - I’m currently celibate with an overactive imagination.
S– Nah…At least then I wouldn’t have to deal with all the assignments he’s inevitably going to have to make up.
O– Yeah, I am happy to know that somehow my subconscious is grading him harder than necessary in all aspects of the course. And the double-posting thing happens all the time…I’ll go fix it later.
OP– I wonder how he’d manage tattooing his own butt. Sounds pretty complicated. And then would I have to check to see that he’d done it?
J– Yeah, he has a lot of ink, I think. (Still pretty cold weather, so I can only guess at what lies beneath the sweatshirt. Heh.) I can’t say I have had crushes on my students before–many of them are good looking, but generally they’re such rubes, they still seem like children, so it would feel wrong to entertain any such thoughts. Although, one time, a student asked me out on the last day of class. I went.
No way! That is too funny!
How odd. I have ink, yet I am single. According to the above posts, that should not be. I wonder what I’m doing wrong?
Also, Pyrex is over-rated. Why, I’ve destroyed so many Pyrex products during my brief scientific career that Pyrex won’t send me anymore product. In fact, they have pictures up in stores that carry their goods with my picture and a caption reading:
“Do not sell Pyrex to this man.“
Uh, wait a sec…wasn’t this post about Pyrex?
How did I mess this up? Grrrr.
Can people see your ink? Maybe you should go around unclothed. Yes, that’s the solution. Unclothed!
Yes, Pyrex doth blow. I am still finding shards around, even after vacuuming several times, and sweeping, and swiffing. Grrr indeed.
Can people see my ink? No. It covers (most of) my back. So only with my shirt off can my ink be seen. Which brings me to your 2nd point regarding me wandering about sans vetements. Probably not the best idea for several reasons.
1. I sunburn way too easily and live in a Mediterranean climate.
2. I would have trouble explaining the lack of pants in the context of showing off a back tattoo.
Besides, I already did the unclothed thing. I was in a Tool cover band during university but we also did some RHCP tunes and of course did the “strategic sock” act the Chili Peppers were known for. Didn’t expect that one, I bet!
Not at all–huh. Cool. Not a Chili Peppers fan myself, but I was thoroughly enjoying Tool just the other day. (oooh, dirty)
Yeah so it’s on my back; covers most of it so visibility is, like I said, a problem unless I’m at the beach or something. I didn’t want any ink on my arms in case one day I had to take a, like, “respectable job” or something. Can’t work for a Swiss bank with “MOM” tatooed on my forearm, you know?
Who doesn’t enjoy Tool? (err..well, I enjoy certain kinds of Tool, but not all, of course…not like “tool” as in “a good tooling” … not that kind of tool, no)
We only did the RCHP stuff because the guitarist thought he was the 2nd coming of Frusciante. We mostly did Tool and RATM songs. I sat behind the drum kit so I was spared much humiliation. It was only a house party and everyone was drunk anyways.
Are you insinuating that Swiss bankers don’t love their moms? Shameful!
Also: “It was only a house party and everyone was drunk anyways.” Ahh, how useful is that excuse!
Oh no, the Swiss love their mothers. Some of them live at home well into their 30’s. I just meant that, in banking, tattoo’s are kind of a “no-no”. It’s an old boys club, eh?
2nd: No, no, no, not an excuse! Rather, a disclaimer. I was just trying to play it down in case you thought I was cool or something. ‘Cause, if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s cool.
I suppose you’ve never done anything silly under the influence of alcohol? (heh!)
Never! Neeeeevveeerrr!
I sense you are telling less-than-the-truth.
Do not vorry. Die Sviss haf vayz of makink you talk.