Novak (novak) wrote,

Personal: Getting Better and Recovering Memories

Over at Raynor Library right now, waiting for a student for whom I have to give some adaptations fr the Midterm Exam. I'm feeling a lot better, but I really felt like I came out of a fog over a period of several hours last night.

The previous five days were oddly hazy. I remember making several sandwiches. I think I watched a movie over several sittings. I appear to have written a few rather coherent journal entries (also over several sittings each, I think) that I was half-surprised to find on my LiveJournal, since I remember them more like dreams than actual acts. I also wrote a midterm exam that was (mercifully!) also coherent. I remember writing a quiz or two back in my Saint Joe High School days when I was quite sick that would have the occasional bizarre feature, like a multiple choice question where all the answers were correct. The students today seemed more-or-less content with the appropriateness and fairness of the exam from the few that I talked with afterward.

While giving the exam, or sitting there watching them take it, I suddenly had a memory flashback to the first exam I proctored here at Marquette, as a TA for Michel Barnes. It was his Midterm for The Theology of the Early Church, which I'd taught a lesson or two for when he was traveling. As the exam went on, until it came to that point where you only had left those students who re-check and re-think everything they do, I noticed that there were three men and three women left, diligently checking their answers and seemingly determined to use every clock minute given to them. I began to amuse myself by seeing it as a sort of reverse "race," or as an experiment, the purpose of which was to discover whether it was the men or the women who were the most obsessive about their test-taking. Honestly, it all seemed a bit anal-retentive to me, to put it in Freudian terms.

And so I counted down: three to three. Three to two. Two to two. One to two. One to one. At this point, I was so amused by the whole thing that I thought I'd share the joke with the remaining students, both of whom I was on decent terms with. Thus I opened my mouth and said, "And so we are down to just one male and one female, as we try to discover which is the more anal sex!"

What did I just say? Oh. Oh no....

And in the pained and difficult silence that followed, I tried to pretend that I only had said something that sounded much more sensible, appropriate, and successful than it, in fact, had....
Tags: funny, marquette, old stories, personal, saint joseph's high school, teaching

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