Now, though, my courses are full to the brim.
Even more amusing, I've been told by the university president, Dr. John Simlius, that there's now a waiting list to get into my classes.
I'm still the same teacher, with the same methodology and the same syllabus.
I have lectures on the material and then I discuss it with the students.
On Thursdays we have the art labs where we do light drawing around the art building (although a lot of the time when we do it it's pouring rain)
In the evenings I try to lighten the mood by getting the students together in an informal setting, and sometimes I break out my old acoustic guitar (a gift from my dad when I was a teenager! Yes I'm that old!) and entertain them with some songs I learned from him.
I'm not any different... so I'd like to know what IS.
Heck, even my son's on-again, off-again girlfriend is taking my class. Bet I know what you're thinking. We had knock-down drag-outs over the situation. But it wasn't that way at all. In fact, Samantha barely said five words to me the entire semester. I hardly even saw her. She came to one lecture and one drawing session -- that's it.
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