Where’s My Beard?

Just spent 20 minutes arguing with a student who was insisting that I taught him German back in 2010. At the end of the conversation, I found myself in a weird position of saying, “I swear to you that I don’t speak German. No, but I swear. No, I haven’t forgotten teaching German. I promise I never did.”

I have no idea how anybody could have confused me with the 6-foot-3 bearded American who actually taught that course. But I’m urgently making an appointment at the waxing salon.

5 thoughts on “Where’s My Beard?

  1. I was wondering for a moment if you were obliquely about to shock us about the nature of the relationship between you and N…..

    I’ll let someone else explain if you don’t understand.

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    1. I know the colloquial meaning of the word “beard” and I knew exactly what the title of this post would suggest. A good journalist can add sexual innuendo to anything. 🙂

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  2. Really Clarissa, do you not remember the year you spent on stilts and in disguise making giant portmanteaus?
    The 6’3″ American should really work on his presence. Beard baubles may help if he’s still haunting your department.

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