The term is coming to an end ... this is when my problems begin ... because, I have just about gotten to know students, and we have to start wrapping things up. And then, as if I never learn from past experiences, I once again start all over when a new term begins, and ... it is like the Buddhist monks and their mandalas--they painstakingly create those awesome colorful patterns, only to erase them when done. And to erase it as a ritual as well.
Academic life too, is, thus about the cycle of beginnings and endings, and beginnings and endings, and ...
Here are a few tweet-verses in which I expressed some of those mandalas that were created ...
Dark, damp, rainy, and cold it is— sriram khe (@congoboy) February 27, 2017
But, I care not
An email from a former student has this:
"You have been such a bright light in my life."
#POTUS yells & tweets— sriram khe (@congoboy) March 1, 2017
His minions even shoot to kill
But, I care not; a student writes:
you've really been the most helpful person I've met
"I play basketball" he said— sriram khe (@congoboy) March 1, 2017
I bet he saw the smile in my eye
"Let me tell you about Robert Day"
And thus I relate to the advisee
Population pyramids on the screen— sriram khe (@congoboy) March 1, 2017
#Students pondering what they mean
Until one casually asks:
"Does trump even know about this?"
"Your class has made me think"— sriram khe (@congoboy) March 1, 2017
Said the #student who rarely speaks
"I worry about my future #jobs
If the #robots will do them all"