(It’s true. I moved one of the cabinets from Grandpa’s basement into my room as a desk. It was still dusty. Despite the flood. I…don’t know either.)
Well. If you’re still reading this, you’re definitely my friend. Or…I accepted your friend request and forgot about you, in which case I hope you’re not too creepy.
See, this morning they posted me as the TA for 102 on the online schedule. My reaction was three-fold.
1.) ZOMG YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!! LOOK! LOOK! LOOK! THAT’S ME!!!
2.) This screenshot must be my profile picture.
3. ) Oh, shit dagnabbit.
After I made the screenshot my profile picture (Look! I’m under “instructor”!), I had a mad scramble to make sure that my profile was locked down.
Because I’m not saying that I’m interesting enough to be stalked, or that I necessarily would be, or even that there’s anything terribly embarrassing on my page. (I mean, really. I’m friends with my mom and my priest.) But I do know that the first thing I do did upon finding out who was teaching any one of my classes was search for them on Facebook and proceed to stalk them. At least once, sometimes for the whole semester, generally commensurate with how well you graded me and how hot you were.
And…as my sister said, “You’d better take those car pictures down.”
Uh. Yeah. Probably.
This whole thing reached another level of irony about ten minutes ago when I received an email from the DGS announcing that there was a Facebook page for my grad program, and we should all like it so we could get to know each other!
Oh, fantastic. You know, except for those car pictures.