office hours

Well that strange and interesting end-of-semester phenom has begun where people who ostensibly had no idea where my office was located actually turn up there (and generally scare the pee waddin' out of me - seeing some of these people in the office is all too surreal, no one should be seen out of context in my book, it's like thinking of your parents having sex or something). Anyway with this strange migration to the 6th floor (some of them had no idea we had a 6th floor until now) will doubtless begin the wonderful sounds of the season... no, not carolling but the end-sem whining as various students finally take a look at their WebCT grades and start wondering why on earth many of their grades seem to be absent, just because they missed class on a test day or didn't turn in an assignment... Thanksgiving break should be called Steeling Yourself for the Onslaught of Student Imploration and Rationalization Time.