I like this answer too.

Very well, thanks. ;)

Ha, I do exactly the opposite. I'm a fidgeter, so on the (very rare) occasions I can't fall asleep, I pick a position and freeze. Resist all urges to move my foot one inch to the left, etc. And then I'll fall asleep. Object at rest stays at rest. ;)

That looks like it belongs in a Jello mold at a Minnesota picnic.

NANOTUBES? WHERE?

This. It can very truly be something you never "get over". For all the issues with the drugs, it's very often better than without the drugs.

I do all this stuff when I'm nervous (like, all the time). Good to know that I come across as a liar.

We sometimes get those from my in-laws. But I always want to eat them. I guess I should sell them instead.

I usually try to laugh when I tell that story (I mean, I am less than five feet tall, a natural blonde, with a baby face), but as a brand-new professor, it was just heartbreaking. Why shouldn't you assume I'm a professor? At a faculty party?

Same here. Heck, my professor (not that I'm saying he was terrible, I adored him) would make a point of me being the only girl in the class (he was proud of it?). Straight up through most of grad school, I was "the girl". I've been asked if I was some other professor's daughter.

Bingo. I get letters from our disability services office requesting accommodations for those those who need them. I don't even know what the disabilities are, most of the time — that's confidential between the student and the disabilities office, but those accommodations are always granted.

As both a woman who was in that boat, and a professor of said subject: YEP. No one's entitled to the class makeup they would like, so you go and you learn the subject, regardless of who's in the class.

Thank you for that. Professors appreciate it. :P)

I haven't gotten one of those calls yet, thankfully, but I've seen some truly entitled nonsense. I'm not sure what I would do if I got it from a parent. Hanging up is tempting.

You'd be amazed how often their mommies do exactly that.

I gave my students a pass back at the beginning of our January term when it was -26 the morning of the first day of class. But dammit, I was there. It's northern Iowa. It's cold. So what?

I wish.

I've never seen the prices go down if I wait longer. But part of that is that I tend to have to fly out of little podunk airports in the Midwest. The "Let's Fly You to a Real Airport!" flights fill up with astonishing regularity and drive the prices up.

My mother taught me to suck in my gut. A psychologist had to teach me to stop doing that because I was breathing so shallowly it caused me chest pain that was so severe I had a cardiac workup.

I'm not there yet, but I'm going to be someday. I already have dresses down to an art (though you wouldn't believe my fitting techniques...). And I make alterations to the bras that I already own (where the center gores are too wide, especially). Bras would be a next step. :)