From Illinois University: I think they liked my paper :P

Today was the student evaluations. I wasn’t all that tense about it, seeing as I didn’t even get to see last year’s ones, but I regret that I didn’t tell them I was going to hold a comprehensive prep session for the essay and the exam before I left the room. Those extra services (provided selfishly in the hope that the essays won’t be so hard to read this time and that my students will come out looking smarter than the other groups) could have scored me some luv on the little fill-in-the-box surveys. Not that I don’t get plently of luv now.

My arm, by the way, is feeling better. It didn’t come up all bruised or anything, it just has a slightly bigger needle mark than usual. One of the reasons I like donating blood, though, is that it involves needles and mechanical chairs and cool waiting rooms and people who are interested in me even though they don’t know me - I actually find it a lot of fun - so I shouldn’t really complain at all. It’s just part of the experience. I would make a great hypochondriac or Munchausen’s patient, wouldn’t I?