tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27946614.post8840436008478925994..comments2024-03-07T14:43:21.888-08:00Comments on Whatever I want to write about: The end of the term. And the end of the year. Where are the gifts?Sriram Khéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06907731254833435446noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27946614.post-75692416457162244752013-06-03T21:16:17.914-07:002013-06-03T21:16:17.914-07:00Shhhhh!
let us not let the others know that we ar...Shhhhh!<br /><br />let us not let the others know that we are in one awesome profession. We will continue to pretend that the pay sucks, we overwork, nobody cares, .... oh, wait, no need to pretend--those are also true!<br /><br />Continue to enjoy the life, and here is to a lot more dinners and weddings!Sriram Khéhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06724218458246880137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27946614.post-54653203135686575422013-06-03T18:25:15.276-07:002013-06-03T18:25:15.276-07:00We were warned a few years ago that we are not to ...We were warned a few years ago that we are not to accept gratuities. Some rule about a dollar amount per child? more B&T or Burgerville gift cards. <br /><br />Shh don't tell... but I still eat the cookies and chew the gum that is handed to me between classes. <br /><br />I especially love the unprompted cards and letters; I have a drawer full to remind me on a bad day that I better get it right the next. <br /><br />The best was my family being asked to dinner last year. Maybe I will be old, or rather my students, enough one day to get a wedding invite? Mikenoreply@blogger.com