We get them for a class or two
And then we let them go
We hope we’ve changed the way they think
As much as what they know
Too often, though they’re doing well
We cannot watch them grow
Though sometimes (but too rarely),
They’ll stop by to say hello
When friends ask, all too often,
Why I do the work I do,
I’m forced again to notice
That it doesn’t pay—it’s true,
But pity those who never hear
At all, their whole lives through:
“My world has changed forever,
And it’s all because of you”
Meh--what a saccharine little verse. If I were not in such a good mood, it would never see the light of day. But today, in two separate and independent incidents, former students (from just last semester, in this case) sought me out to tell me how my class had pretty much ruined them (in a good way!) for a class or two they were in this semester. Basically, there were topics they were being presented with which... are not supported by either research or logic. Their classmates, for the most part, don't know this, or if they do, they are keeping quiet. My former students, though... I'll probably hear some complaints from these profs.
I'm used to it by now. I love it.
I'm not going to mention what the topics are, or what the differences in claims are; clearly, this blog is not the place to publicly identify someone, even by accident. You can take my word for it that I am right, or you may feel free to doubt. Doesn't bother me a bit.
I'm just (uncharacteristically, I know!) crowing a bit.