I don't understand how people can manage to work a full-time job and fill up servers located in some far-flung spot in the PNW (source of cheap electricity) with their insightful musings, or just plain drivel, on all things important and unimportant. It is certainly proving a challenge to me, as I haven't had an insightful thought for days. There is my adventure to the Bay Area to relate, but Dulcie thinks the whole thing is rather self-indulgent - which of course it is. But so what.
The time for summer registration is upon us and, as usual, the number of students wishing to register far exceeds the number of classes offered. I am thus the recipient of streams of e-mails and phone calls lobbying for a place. They vary in tone, style and strategy quite markedly, from the formal straightforward request to the long, emotional desperate cry for help to the ingratiating ("I've heard your a great professor...", "I just love your website...") to the downright moronic. One particular example that I wish to share in full represents to me the sorry pass that modern communication has brought us to. I reproduce this exactly as I received it from a hopeful student:
i wana take your class but on the schedule it says you and mrs.XXX. so i wana whose going to teach. is she only there for the labs or are u only doing labs. let me knw plz. thanks"
So, I have to wonder, does this fellow seriously expect me to respond in a favorable manner? I have been addressed more respectfully by would be muggers. I replied politely that, in order to receive a response, the enquiry should be crafted with whole words, proper punctuation and grammar, and with the appropriate salutation. Needless to say, I have not heard since.