Class-y

(That was a poor pun, you can ignore it.  I just didn't know what else to call this post. Why do they all need titles?)

Yesterday, approximately half of my classes stared at me blankly whenever I said something or asked a question.  I’m sure I’ve said this before, but an hour is a REALLY long time to be in front of a group of people who have no idea what you’re talking about.  It’s even longer when they also clearly don’t care, which was the case for a whole bunch of my students.  In general I don’t mind the students who don’t understand as long as they show that they’re still interested and/or trying.  I do mind the students who act like they’d rather be anywhere but in my classroom.  Luckily each group of shitty students was followed by a group who was genuinely interested in hearing what I had to say.  It was the first time I had met many of them and I was happy to answer their questions, which ranged from “Are you married?” to “What are your feelings on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict?”  During my last class of the day, which was one of my favorite groups, we discussed which celebrities are Scientologists and whether or not we would still consider marrying them.  You know, the usual.