The first half of my career in computers was keeping the mainframe operating system code running. The second half was spent teaching younger professionals what I knew.
I descend from multiple lines of schoolteachers. Teaching children has its challenges which, along with hearing horror stories about them all my life, is the primary reason I vowed never to teach kids.
But teaching adults demands a thorough mastery of the material, deftness of foot, and a certain amount of ad hoc psychoanalysis. Why did they ask that question? What are they really asking? What is the real problem they are trying to solve? Often (especially with men on the first day of class) it was merely gorilla chest-thumping. Once I establish who the SME was in the room, things went smoothly. As Sandpiper says, you have know your subject COLD, even though, unlike math or history, the details change every six months. Which also required testing and reworking the online lab exercises.
But I was Caulfield when I was in school. Which why I love and revere the one remaining teacher who recognized that in me.
You seem to be under the impression that “pardon” and “guilt” are somehow related. They are not. You ask for a pardon when you fart at the dinner table. It in no way affects your guilt.
Not so fast. The Count revels in his elliptical (read: unreadable) prose, but today his post (aside from his characteration of Kamala) is entirely accurate. (See my post of a few minutes ago)
There’s only one “news suckup” channel, Sandpiper; the rest are simply chasing eyeballs for advertisers. If a comet appeared on a collision course with Earth, it would only be covered by the suckup channel in order to blame it on Biden.
um… guys? If you correctly parse the Count’s elliptical prose, the only proximate “it” is the Count (a title) itself. A reference to Kamala requires a feminine pronoun.
Instead of answering, Mrs. Olsen should have asked Caulfield, “If David Lynch’s train leaves the Twin Peaks station heading towards Mulholland Drive, how long will it be before he realizes he left his cherry pie with the dancing dwarf?”
Only the lesser ones. The OED traces its first appearance as in print as a verb to 1503. Its noun form showed up much later (1680). None of the dictionaries in my high school included it, but a large number of the ones in college automatically opened to a page near that entry.
With few (no?) exceptions, the original artists no longer care.