Je suis prof

Well thank goodness someone came through for me in response to Saturday's post. I blame my temporary incompetence on the professor's British accent, which is only slight but still strong enough to make you think the word he's said should be spelled differently than it is.

This morning at 11:30 I led my first lector session. Despite the fact that it was held in a room heated to about 185 degrees, I think it went well. Last night the coordinator of the lector sessions sent out a flurry of emails telling us that most of the sessions were now going to be held in two separate dorms. Mine was in what turned out to be essentially a common room next to the dorm's kitchen. Probably because today has been the coldest its been so far this fall, someone decided to blast the heat so strongly that it was blowing out of the vents at full force. This plus my nervousness may have actually resulted in sweat dripping off me. Yes I know that's gross, but sadly, I'm not really exaggerating. Remember that teacher you had way back when, the one with the dark half moons swelling under his arm pits, growing bigger and bigger as class wore on? Yeah that was me. But I'm sure the students in my section didn't saunter up to their roommates at lunch and crack jokes about their sweaty lector while they waited in the salad bar line. I'm sure they thought I was super cool... yeah.

Anyway, I don't want to be their friend. I want to be that brainy but sophisticated grad student they all look up to. I think I'll have to keep working on that, but at least they left knowing that jus de pomplemousse means "grapefruit juice" in French. And really, that's all that matters.