Take that, students
It’s midterm week, and I’m preparing the exam for my large lecture course. Now is the time when I get to retaliate against the students who have been irritating me with their insufficiently rapt attention and their stupid questions and remarks. (E.g., Me: What’s your intuitive understanding of what consciousness is? Student: It’s that voice in your head telling you what’s wrong and right.) And yet, I find I’m not that inclined to make the questions super hard. Maybe it’s some kind of newly awakened maternal instinct. Maybe I’m just too tired to deal with all the outraged e-mails that inevitably follow a nice, tough exam. Whatever. There’s always the final exam.
Meanwhile, today I randomly picked an OB from the office where I want to be seen. (Receptionist: And what’s the purpose of your visit? Me:……….Uh……..I’m pregnant?) It’s in the same suite as my clinic, and you might think I’d never want to see the place again. But it’s so damn convenient. Plus, I started out with an OB in that office, long ago when I thought could just get pregnant, no problem. I like the sense of returning after a detour down the hall to the Land of Pain and Suffering. I set up an appointment for November first. It feels very odd to randomly choose someone, but I have no friends to advise me, and it turns out to be rather hard to find information sans personal referrals. It also feels very odd to not have an appointment for three weeks. How am I supposed to believe Bun Bun is okay until then? But I guess that’s what I have to do.