They Love, Love, Love Me

The person who transcribes our student evaluations has been looking at me strangely.

“Is everything OK?” I asked her.

“I’ve been reading your evals,” she said, “and now I really want to take a course with you because they LOVE you. Love, love, love you.”

It’s nice to be loved.

 

6 thoughts on “They Love, Love, Love Me

      1. By spending lot’s of time outside people’s windows in the middle of the night obviously. Where else would they see them?

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