An Apple for the Teacher
So, one of my classes, research methods, is in the Psychology building. The Psych and Journalism buildings are the ugliest ones on campus, but I was a Journalism student in the 70s and now have a class in the Psych building this year. I have fond memories and it’s nice to have a post-modern classroom.
All the rooms have whiteboards and dry erase markers. For the first 3 weeks of class, I think the professor went through a dozen markers that were in the room. On the Wednesday after Labor Day, I had enough. I couldn’t read what he was writing and that’s a problem when you are taking notes.
So I pulled out my iPhone, opened the Amazon app and ordered a package of dry erase markers. It was very hard for me to avoid the metallic pack–it was so cool–but I stuck with traditional colors. When I got back from Labor Day weekend, they had arrived. I told my husband I was taking them into class on Wednesday and he said, “What, don’t they give apples to teachers anymore?” Very funny.
What was even funnier, as I was waiting in the hall, the cinder block institutionally colored hall, one of my colleagues from the back row came up and he had bought a pack of markers for the teacher, too. What to do?
Easy! I put my package on the desk and I got there first. I know, juvenile, but I don’t know what came over me. I wanted to use the apple for the teacher line. I was momentarily 18 again and wanted to get credit for what I did. Without a lot of conversation, I achieved my goal–notes I could actually read on the board and my colleague got to keep his markers for another day.