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I had an Evo moment today :D
It was definitely not a good day. Started off giving a lecture and had another rather surly faculty member interrupt at the end that he had a class waiting for the room. My hour wasn't even totally up, but I guess his watch was fast or something. I wrapped up and was done on time according to the clock in the lecture hall. My students were appalled at the attitude the other professor had...they told me I should have said they were paying more tuition than his class (I was teaching the med students), so were entitled to the full lecture hour and thanked me for going ahead and finishing the lecture.
Anyway, that wasn't terrible, especially since my students were all backing me up and really nice about it afterward. Then after their lab was done, I had one of those meetings you just hate to have as faculty, which was with a student who failed last semester and was contesting the grade. I got dragged in because I gave the make-up exam. No good deed goes unpunished. That ran well past the lunch hour.
So, at 2 PM, I FINALLY got a chance to go get lunch. That's when I had my Evo moment. Walking back from the cafeteria with my container with sandwich and salad in one hand and a cup of soda in the other hand, I just crashed. I felt like a little kid just suddenly falling for no good reason. My only excuse is I was wearing new shoes and they had really grippy soles and I just hit a sticky spot on the floor and my foot caught and I toppled. There was nothing to trip on, no slick spot, no normal reason to fall.
At least the container with my sandwich and salad in it stayed closed, but the soda didn't survive the fall. Neither did my knees. I'm sitting here with ice packs on my little-kid-looking skinned and bruised knees. Thankfully, there was only one person around to witness this and she just helped me clean up the spilled soda while my more bruised ego sulked back to my office. I don't remember skinned knees hurting this much when I was a kid.
Oh, and the irony is that next week I give the lectures on the lower limbs. Usually I demonstrate normal gait and some gait defects (I call it my "ministry of silly walks" lecture). I think the only thing I might be demonstrating is what it looks like when you're limping around with a bruised patellar tendon.
Okay, maybe it wasn't a TOTAL Evo moment...nothing seems broken, just bruised. But, how bad is it that we've had 2 weeks of snow and ice and I've managed to walk across the icy parking lots every day unscathed, then wipe out just getting lunch from the cafeteria?
So, that's all. I'm just shamelessly seeking some sympathy. Meanwhile I'm treating with ice packs and copious amounts of rum in my Pepsi. (By the time the day was done, several of us faculty were standing around missing the days when you could keep beer in the department fridge.)
It was definitely not a good day. Started off giving a lecture and had another rather surly faculty member interrupt at the end that he had a class waiting for the room. My hour wasn't even totally up, but I guess his watch was fast or something. I wrapped up and was done on time according to the clock in the lecture hall. My students were appalled at the attitude the other professor had...they told me I should have said they were paying more tuition than his class (I was teaching the med students), so were entitled to the full lecture hour and thanked me for going ahead and finishing the lecture.
Anyway, that wasn't terrible, especially since my students were all backing me up and really nice about it afterward. Then after their lab was done, I had one of those meetings you just hate to have as faculty, which was with a student who failed last semester and was contesting the grade. I got dragged in because I gave the make-up exam. No good deed goes unpunished. That ran well past the lunch hour.
So, at 2 PM, I FINALLY got a chance to go get lunch. That's when I had my Evo moment. Walking back from the cafeteria with my container with sandwich and salad in one hand and a cup of soda in the other hand, I just crashed. I felt like a little kid just suddenly falling for no good reason. My only excuse is I was wearing new shoes and they had really grippy soles and I just hit a sticky spot on the floor and my foot caught and I toppled. There was nothing to trip on, no slick spot, no normal reason to fall.
At least the container with my sandwich and salad in it stayed closed, but the soda didn't survive the fall. Neither did my knees. I'm sitting here with ice packs on my little-kid-looking skinned and bruised knees. Thankfully, there was only one person around to witness this and she just helped me clean up the spilled soda while my more bruised ego sulked back to my office. I don't remember skinned knees hurting this much when I was a kid.
Oh, and the irony is that next week I give the lectures on the lower limbs. Usually I demonstrate normal gait and some gait defects (I call it my "ministry of silly walks" lecture). I think the only thing I might be demonstrating is what it looks like when you're limping around with a bruised patellar tendon.
Okay, maybe it wasn't a TOTAL Evo moment...nothing seems broken, just bruised. But, how bad is it that we've had 2 weeks of snow and ice and I've managed to walk across the icy parking lots every day unscathed, then wipe out just getting lunch from the cafeteria?
So, that's all. I'm just shamelessly seeking some sympathy. Meanwhile I'm treating with ice packs and copious amounts of rum in my Pepsi. (By the time the day was done, several of us faculty were standing around missing the days when you could keep beer in the department fridge.)