Spent the early part of the evening writing down name-lists for classes I'll soon be teaching in a spectacularly old-fashioned mark book. Sort of odd to think I've been doing this for more than four decades around this time of year, or earlier usually. I used to find it extremely laborious, but now it doesn't bother me at all. I experience a feeling of expectation when I note a name, wondering what's in store from the complex individual hiding behind their title, signifier, cognomen, whatever.
I'm guessing that most of my colleagues don't bother with the kind of handwritten lists I employ. But I think they're missing something. I'm just not sure what.
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