Or, So That’s Why I Wet the Bed

I’m chilling out in the Donald P. Corbett (DPC) building until my next class starts. They house the Business School here and you can totally tell because they have one of those electronic stock market tickers running over the snack shack and a television tuned to CNBC so I can track my, you know, investments.

Anyway, this adorable little doctorate student is teaching my Psychology of Childhood class. I like her but she seems nervous so when she asked us all to write her notes about our expectations for the class I wrote “BONUS ADVICE: Don’t be intimidated. You’re doing fine, and we are not worth impressing.” All new teachers should get this from somebody. A bunch of kids in the class were laughing nervously at her nervous jokes and it was like being stuck in the eye of an awkwardness hurricane.

This class is going to be fun, except I’ll have to resist the temptation of taking her printed out powerpoint guides because if I do I’ll feel justified to blog during her lectures instead of taking notes. Also, I hope my book is delivered soon. One thing she mentioned in her syllabus spiel was the importance of understanding disproved theories as well as the latest findings. I think that may be the most fun part of this whole course. Are we going to reach back to when the Spartans deliberately threatened their children with exposure to weed out the weaklings? That might be a fun way to illustrate just how easy kids have it these days.

Bonus Fact: I did not wet the bed as a child. I’m advanced!