I remember when I had stories to tell. Every day was a new story. It made for good blogging. My life is so monotonous. There's got to be a few good stories hiding in there somewhere, right?
A few weekends ago, I went to Vegas for a debate tournament (I know... I'm a nerd). I found Vegas much less agreeable than Europe. You walk outside and feel dirty. Not because of the hooker ads, but because it's just not clean.
Anyway, the group of us students were in the coach's room getting the "make good choices" talk. Our coach said, "no drinking, no drugs, and no sex in the rooms". In my ever witty way, I responded with "but sex outside the rooms is okay, right?" I was expecting an eye roll and for her to move on. But oh no. She, being wittier than I, responded, "yes, but only if you get paid for it."
The next day she was terribly worried I was offended. Which I wasn't, because it was funny. Granted, it would have been funnier directed at someone else, but still, as the French say it was "le mot juste". So in order to apologize, she told me, "every 2 or 3 years I say something really awful to a student. For example, a few years back, I was talking to a student who had been accepted to Stanford and BYU. He was explaining he was going to go to BYU because "if I go to Stanford all the girls are just going to want to have sex with me" and I responded, and I have no idea where this came from, "so will the girls at BYU, they'll just cry about it after" Honestly though, you don't say things like that to students. I know better than that"
Needless to say, she's become one of my favorite teachers.