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Representative experiences of running into my students around town

Representative experiences of running into my students around town

A play in two acts.

1. I took the girls to see a movie and we walked over to our assigned seats and we were seated right next to one of my former students.

2. All the lines at the grocery store on Tuesday were long but there was one that was a bit shorter than the others. As a matter of habit, I always check to see if the cashier is one of my students, but the shorter line's cashier was obscured so I took a risk and got in that line. And it did not pay off - the cashier was one of my students! When I got close enough to see that, I did a quick mental inventory of what I was buying. There was nothing too personal (TP was probably the worst offender), so I stayed in line.

(I may joke and complain about seeing my students around town, but part of me enjoys living in a city like Turku where that kind of thing can happen. It makes things seem a bit friendlier! There's always a familiar face waiting for you, somewhere.)

February 2nd, outsourced

January 2018 books

January 2018 books