We love them, we fear them and even on occasion - we may hate them. But how do they feel about us? First let me say that these are just my thoughts and observations. That said - allow me to start with breaking down the pleasures of teaching into two categories: classes for freshmen and the rest. My first impression as a freshman was that my professor really enjoyed history and us. As a grad student I think I was woefully misguided. I would think that teaching freshmen would be close to torture. I understand now by my own experience that there are people who truly enjoy history and then there is everyone else. Unfortunately, the latter group is much larger. So I expect that the best any professor can hope for is one or two shining faces each semester. Maybe it's the absence of drool that encourages them to keep plugging at it. And to be fair - for a few - that moment where history comes alive is often attributed to these poor professors who slug it out in these apathetic trenches. Otherwise - there would be no students left for the second part of my discussion.
Upper Courses:
For us students we move from timid interest to aggressive hunger in a few short classes. For the professor, this must seem like a soul exhausting miracle. The time and effort professors make for these classes is monumental and I, for one, am thankful. But now the real questions for me begin. Do our professors like us? Do they think of us as inept, pitiful, brilliant or academically vain? How long before we move from being students to colleagues? Or do we ever? What changes their view of us? Of ourselves?
There are days where I feel as if I know nothing. There are also moments when the light turns on and someone, other than my professor, puts my knowledge to test and I know. The knowledge just appears from some murky insecure depth and it is fantastic. And then my final question crosses my mind: Why can't I ever have those magic moments during an exam?
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