Crazy Du Jour
Late last week, an encounter with a student set the stage--so to speak--with the roller coaster du jour. In short: Student: "Mrs. Babic. . . " Me: "Mrs. Babic is in Jarratt, VA." Student, looking befuddled and sighing while rolling eyes, "Well, Miss Babic . . . " Me: "Miss Babic is in Fayetteville, NC." Student, with a huff, "Well, then, who do you think you are?"* Well . . . I'm your professor. But . . . the point: when I told a later class about this encounter mouths did drop open, but--as with so many times before--"Do you want to get married?" was assaulted my way. Good grief. There are many things I could say, but . . . My weekend boded with work and more work. Then, somewhere along the way, a neighbor friend died. He played guitar, was a teacher, and was generally nice. More pointedly, he didn't just die. He killed himself. Word is that it connects to him loosing his job. In reality, in a selfi...