I’ve got to finish giving my students something to read.
A message to students from the Doggfather himself, @SnoopDogg pic.twitter.com/wsSANYv8u6
— Ryan Briggs (@ryancbriggs) August 12, 2020
Professors! Finish writing your syllabus! Or am I the only one still working on it?
I’ve got two more weeks until I have to go back to work and start teaching again. I’m not looking forward to it – it just means adding the stresses of teaching and the loneliness of living on my own again to the stresses of a world turned upside down by coronavirus and the loneliness of not being able to see any of my friends for months. At least since the end of March I’ve been holed up with my parents, so I have somebody to talk to. I’ve missed seeing my friends something chronic, and none of them seems to want to communicate digitally. So it’s not something I’m looking forward to.
No, this isn’t the place for me to moan about my loneliness. Not that there is a place, mind, but this isn’t it.
The syllabus is a severe affliction that professors experience every year. Medical science has yet to find a cure for this dreaded, painful and debilitating malady, but there is hope that in the future, some palliative care may be found to treat the malady. Hospice is recommended, until the bout with syllabus has been overcome by the professor.
Give to the syllabus sufferers support society, or SSSS.
For years I put a statement in all my syllabi stating that the first student to actually read syllabus and bring me a printed copy would get a $25.00 Starbucks gift card. It was years before any student claimed the prize.