as he would say...

"I considered the possibilities... there's a reason why your essay is not due Saturday or Sunday. If your paper is due Friday at midnight you still have time to party.

You can't work 24 hours a day, you have to party sometimes, it's good for your mind... in moderation, of course."


He would also say in regards to the participation grade, "it's not quantity of participation... it's quality."

Also, "I did not want to tell you this at the beginning... but this is essentially a Masters level class. Congratulations on completing your first pseudo-Masters course."


I can't deny that this class was a pain in my arse, but today when we said our farewells, I had the vague sense that I was choking back tears.

I think I seriously belong in academia. Like, for my whole life.