tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post2524922768035813954..comments2023-12-23T04:56:29.702-05:00Comments on Ferule & Fescue: Don't be so sensitiveFlaviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17832765671541392835noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-65802438087665369632008-07-31T11:25:00.000-04:002008-07-31T11:25:00.000-04:00I get the same reaction from friends when I tell t...I get the same reaction from friends when I tell them about my interactions with my own advisor. I can't tell you how many times they have said "Oh . . . I'm sorry!" when I was trying to tell them that she was, in her way, being incredibly supportive (but also incredibly tough). <BR/><BR/>I've never thought of myself as similar, except perhaps in a vague physical way- I'm much less formal, for one. But recently I got a few negative evals from my first set of grad students, all of whom critiqued me for having too high expectations of them, and then rebuking them for letting me down. Which is exactly what I used to think she felt towards me. So I guess my point is that in my case, I became more like my advisor in my own teaching, not that we were necessarily well matched in the beginning.Pamphiliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07709191371678901051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-30999571158528948652008-07-31T09:42:00.000-04:002008-07-31T09:42:00.000-04:00Hey Flavia,I have given you an award! Come see!Hey Flavia,<BR/><BR/>I have given you an award! Come see!heu mihihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08529298049179816825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-17129354974350198692008-07-29T17:31:00.000-04:002008-07-29T17:31:00.000-04:00I have something for you on my blog.I have something for you on my blog.khorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16158691616954773020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-31200162621243280132008-07-28T21:29:00.000-04:002008-07-28T21:29:00.000-04:00Guy: I had to read your comment three times before...Guy: I had to read your comment three times before realizing that the outfit it described was fictitious. That's not a good sign.<BR/><BR/>Neo: yes, welcome to my world. Friends I've had for <I>years</I> still periodically decide that I hate them--even if absolutely nothing has happened between us that could lead to that conclusion. And though I'm easily vexed (and loud about it when I am), I don't have much of a temper and am constitutionally unable to hold grudges. Nevertheless, I continually get the impression that people FEAR MY WRATH. It's puzzling. <BR/><BR/>And Fretful: I suppose I live in the hope that if I resemble my advisor in some things, I may eventually come to resemble her in others.Flaviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17832765671541392835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-14898886272810801122008-07-28T17:30:00.000-04:002008-07-28T17:30:00.000-04:00I only wish I resembled my advisor. Maybe I will ...I only <I>wish</I> I resembled my advisor. Maybe I will when I'm seventy and have cultivated a great deal more confidence as well as tact, but I doubt it.Fretful Porpentinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11165078003123517013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-63186201277920985952008-07-28T16:39:00.000-04:002008-07-28T16:39:00.000-04:00Our Flavia? Sarcastic? Surely not. It surprises me...Our Flavia? Sarcastic? Surely not. <BR/><BR/>It surprises me to learn that people are afraid of me, or think ill of me because of my alleged snobbery. I think of myself as good-natured and friendly; I'm perceived as abrasive and judgmental. What's amazing, once the flaw has been recognized (in my case, about twelve years ago), is how hard that is to work on, to reassess and improve. <BR/><BR/>So, that said: please, sweet Lord, let me never have an advisor who remotely resembles my apparently icy, unintentionally abrasive ass.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27054305.post-39793583012882488732008-07-28T14:44:00.000-04:002008-07-28T14:44:00.000-04:00Wait, so that time I was wearing the cut-off short...Wait, so that time I was wearing the cut-off shorts and Birkenstocks with socks, and you laughed (really loud) at me, and said how <I>modish</I> I looked--was that sarcasm? Is that why you wouldn't get into the car with me? I've just burnt the shorts and left the sandals on an Audi with a "Turn on, tune in, drop out" bumper sticker; will you return my calls now? Sincerely, GuyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com