I opened my e-mail this morning, and there was a message from the history department secretary giving us the sad news that *Blank*’s mom had passed away and she had a card for us to sign. It was sent to everyone associated with the department.
The normal first reaction from someone who admittedly had to Google *Blank* because she had no idea who he was* but was a fairly decent human being possessing a warm heart would be something along the lines of, “Oh, how awful. I’ll keep his family in my prayers.”
My first reaction? “HOLY &*#% I’M ON THE FACULTY MAILING LIST THAT IS SOOO COOL.”
Yeah. I’m a horrible person.**
*History professor, specializing in race relations and African-American history. Well. That explains it. If you didn’t talk about a pope or a western European king, chances are I avoided your class like the plague.
** I promise, within three seconds I responded like a normal adult. My deepest sympathies, Dr. *Blank*.