Greg and I are both feeling under the weather today, and I had to teach this evening, so he took me to dinner at the Olive Garden near campus. Seems like I've educated half of the wait-staff there.

It is gratifying when my former students talk to me. When I was an undergraduate, I always avoided my TAs and professors. I was so insecure in my abilities, I guess I was shy about their opinion of me. That's why I really appreciate when former students still care to interact with me.

One of the former students I saw tonight will be taking another class with me this spring. So, I haven't scared her off. And another of the students came and sat down next to me and chatted, which stunned me. He was the student who actually said to me, "I'm here every day and I got a 61% on this exam. What are you doing wrong?!?" I guess he doesn't hate me as much as I thought.

On a related note, I heard from another beloved former student over email earlier this week. He said he had the flu, and now I'm sick. I didn't quite think email viruses worked that way. Hmm...