There’s a nice epilogue to the whole grading story for the semester. On Monday, I got email from the professor who taught my favorite class last semester — a straight history class on Europe between the wars. I got an A- on the paper and an A in the class. (It made me cry.) This is all the more amazing to me because it’s the first college level straight history class I’ve taken. I’ve taken history of any number of things, just not a strict history class. It was a lot of work — sometimes 500+ pages of reading a week. But I loved it.
So I stopped by to visit the professor on Wednesday to say hello and thank you. He owns a little red terrier who comes to school with him. She and I like each other. I rub her ears, he and I discuss Germany history in the 20s and the 60s.
Anyway, another student tried to open the door and she ran over, barking. The student quickly shut the door.
“Very interesting,” he said. “You know what she just did? She protected you.”
I looked down and she was looking up at me, very pleased with herself. I told her she was a good dog and of course, rubbed her ears.
Things must be okay if my favorite professor’s terrier is going to bat for me.