Yeah, I figured as much when I saw the words college professor. In my dreams. My reality was $500/credit. I was teaching three credits and working at the mall to pay the rest of the bills.

They eventually bumped me up to six credits a semester. The last semester I lived in that state, I was teaching 19 credits across…

It was more of a generally-in-life step than an in-this-specific-conversation step. But thanks.

Hah. Thanks.

I've got foot-in-mouth going in two threads, so thinking even more carefully before publishing will have to be my takeaway for the day.

What I was trying to say is the thing they're trying to tell me. Obviously, if people are pissed, I need to figure out how to explain what I mean more clearly.

First, I'll have to figure out what wasn't clear, but we'll take it one step at a time.

I also said that our situations were different, although not miles apart. Doesn't that mean that I was acknowledging we were living in different circumstances, with overlapping details?

I was living (and still am, thanks for asking) in poverty. I was fortunate to come to it in a different way than some of my students.…

It occurs to me - too late to edit - that I should probably have worded what I said differently.

My sister and I weren't that fortunate, and are working through a lot of ugliness on our own, rather than with adult guidance, as children/teenagers.

That's kind of what I was getting at.

My sister and I had a long-running fight pattern that involved her calling me fat (because that's what hurt my feelings) and me calling her stupid (because that was her kryptonite).

I don't think we have much else in common with the Kardashians, but we do have that.

At $10-12K a year, I'm gonna say I could relate more to their financial situations than most of their other instructors, who were pulling down 45+.

Sisters always do that. TV or not.

The first semester that I taught, it was at a community college outreach location in a very, very poor area. One of my sections was a night class, and over half of the students were women my age (and younger). They formed the most heart-warming mommy-study/babysitting group and supported each other through the entire…

I ... do not think so. But then, we got so distracted by making googly-eyes, we never really talked that much about STDs.

Our courtship is a series of social gaffes. We're awesome.

True story: Whenever we reminisce about this, he ends up waiting for me behind a corner or door and jumping out yelling, "ATTACK!" (The implication is that he's syphilis.)

It's difficult for the comment to reflect the update when it was written the day before, at 10 a.m.
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We actually met in a rehearsal, about four months before. He was running it, and when I made a mistake, he told me how to play the flute. I did not react well.

We didn't speak again until I asked him about syphilis.

No one who spoke to administrators would ever defend it ... because they know that an overwhelming majority administrators are sneaky out for the university's good above that of individual students.

I'm not really sure why people continue to be so incredulous at the quality of the post to me. Talk to its author,…

Giving the administrators their way in this will not help schools to actively deal with sexual assaults on campus, no. It will give administrators another way to bury what they know, or make reporting an assault as complicated as all of the other forms that must go to six offices in chronological order while the moon…

And everything administrators do is for the long-term good of the university and students, and not just the administrators. Obviously.

My husband and I met in grad school and didn't hit it off immediately. We got stuck in the same miserable class together on Monday nights. It talked about music history, and one night the instructor went on an endless ramble about Schubert's "syphilis attacks" and kept saying the nonsense phrase "syphilis attacks"…