Once again, I've let my penchant for shameless self-promotion and the possibility of a handful of new readers do me out of a good thing.
I can't even pretend to be ashamed.
Last night, I shared my blog address with my 26 students of Composition II. I wasn't going to, and to give credit where it's due, I did make it through two and 1/4 class meetings before giving up the ghost. But in the end, I just couldn't resist. I had their attention, I'd lost my place in my lecture notes, and there was a whole lot of silence to fill.
It fell out of me before I could stop it. I had an out-of-body experience. "This is my blog address," I heard myself say, and then I watched, dumbfounded, as I wrote it on the board.
Behind me, I could hear them all scratching it out on their notes. And I figure each of them will click on over here, at least once. Either they've worked out that it can't be a bad thing to curry favor with the instructor, they've heard something from me in class that's made them curious about what I might write about, or they already dislike me enough to want to compile information for a possible blackmail scheme.
I don't care. I just want the readers.
Oh, didn't I tell you that I was teaching a night class this semester?
Well, that sucks. Because now that I've given them all this address, I can't talk about it.
photo, Justin Wan