Suspiciously Nice Prof

We just want to ctrl+F for certain names anyway

When I have to tell a student to rewrite their A.I. generated paper, I hope they realize I *am* giving them the benefit of the doubt.

Because either 1.) the robot wrote it and that's why everything is hallucinated--Or 2.) the student wrote it and that's why everything is hallucinated.

My fav romance: the hero is neurodivergent and when he and the heroine have *the* fight (the one all romances have) instead of running away to the country, or trying to make someone jealous, or swearing off love, he goes for a walk, comes back, concedes she made logical points, and happy ever after.

a man wearing a white sweater with the words `` oh no '' on it is standing in a room . ALT: a man wearing a white sweater with the words `` oh no '' on it is standing in a room .

Taking a social media marketing class, and the textbook is from 2015.

My high school college class finished 7 minutes early, and I let the students choose between 7 minutes of the movie we've been watching or just 7 minutes of chatting. They picked chatting.

Sometimes I forget.

I start debate lessons with silly debates. It helps with momentum and gets shy students to participate.

-Cherry poptart is best poptart. Fight me.
-Ice cream versus cake, take a side.
-Paintball as a corporate team building exercise, pros/cons.

Curriculum: Teach research writing

Reality: Student misunderstandings of the first sample reading show critical literacy issues for a third of the class.

The ability to pivot *is* the teaching skill.

People who like to make things tend to assume that everyone likes to make things, and people who want convenience and to outsmart systems think that everyone wants that, and this is why the artists and the A.I. peeps can't talk to each other.

That and the whole copyright infringement thing.

A trend I am seeing is the later-submitted essays are the most likely to be A.I. This has turned my grading experience into half a session of just fine and then a concentrated dose of trouble for the second half.

I need to switch to grading in alphabetical order.

Spending all these years teaching students to carefully vet websites just to have the world decide a robot, that ate every website ever and spits out *guesses* based on that info mishmash, is now "research."

(Ominously waves a rolled up newspaper)

Raise your hand if you've seen English teachers almost come to fisticuffs over MLA citations

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Had my students do a rhetorical exercise where they write a supervillain speech with a completely non-threatening approach/tone. The first one I opened:

"Hi, guys! Welcome back to my channel, and remember to like and subscribe as we--"

Brain has not yet computed that it's November, and it's already the 5th.

I'm in a printer mood.

I want to print all my pictures from the cloud and all my recipes off Pinterest.

I want to leaf through memories and hodgepodge my own cookbook.

Teaching at a community college in November is a classroom of 15 people who are conscientious and dedicated, asking for extra credit on A- grades.

And 15 ghost people in the ether that I haven't seen since September.

My teacher weakness is responding to discussion boards. I'm a listener. When someone says their piece, there doesn't always need to be a comment.

So manufacturing that "I'm listening" comment for online forums can feel forced.

I struggle with imposter syndrome as a writer (even though I am prolific), so when I finally get into the publishing swing, there will suddenly be like 10 books to my name.

And people will probably say, "A.I.?"

And I get to say, "No, extensive therapy."

No one knows, but the ending does mention a rumor that Ichabod was seen in neighboring towns, so maybe he just ran away after the fright.

The last thing the farmer who witnessed the chase saw was Ichabod falling off his horse after the ghost threw something at him.

--encountered the frightful horseman's ghost after a party where he tried to cozy up to the same girl a big bully was trying to impress. A farmer saw the chase, and they found the remnants of a smashed pumpkin, but Ichabod was never seen there again. 2/2

A picture of the historical marker for Sleepy Hollow with a statue of the headless horseman on his horse.

Day 99/99 Days of Monsters: The Headless Horseman from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow! Irving's headless horseman character in the story is a Hessian soldier who lost his head from a canon shot during the American Revolutionary War. The scaredy cat teacher, Ichabod Crane--1/2

It's Halloween! AAAAHHHHH!!!!!

"Permission to jetison candy?"
"Permission granted."

My students using gen A.I. to circumvent learning how to express themselves is an educational tragedy.

And, no, its not like a calculator. Ask the bot to make a new argument for you, we're all tired of that one.

My husband's all time favorite drama!

--a man or woman (depending on region) in a long white robe with wings was death incarnate for centuries. Starting in the 1800s, we get the black robed skeletal figure we now call "The grim reaper." My favorite grim reapers are from A Christmas Carol and The Bill and Ted sequel. 2/2

A picture of the Grim Reaper from the Bill and Ted sequel.

Day 98/99 Days of Monsters: the Grim Reaper! While humans have always personified death, this is a relatively recent assortment of death symbols rolled into one. The scythe was a symbol of death (mowing down souls like a farmer mows wheat), a skeletal figure was common in the middle ages, and-- 1/2

The blessing of the trick-or-treats:

May all your tootsie rolls be soft, your twizzlers be pull-n-peel, and your Twix be full-sized.

The tiniest bit of mom advice: Your kid has a weird rash? Or they say a body parts has been hurting?

You can wait and see how it goes, BUT go ahead and make the appointment. If it doesn't go away, that now-very-needed appointment would probably not be available for weeks.

Halloween in the mom chat is so fun.

"Does anyone have some handcuffs and/or a lightsabre we could borrow?"

And that is just all the context we need. No questions asked.

The argument that we should return to earlier family values and gender roles falls flat.

"Our great grandmothers were happier then."

"(Flabbergasted mumbling about my grandmothers' underage weddings and the abusive asshat husbands they were trapped with)"

--monster, Scylla, who had 6 toothy heads and a lower half made of multiple dogs. Odysseus chose to survive by sailing closer to Syclla and "only" losing 6 men instead of his whole ship. Alessandro Allori, Scylla and Charybdis from the Ulysses Cycle, 1575, Palazzo Salviati, Florence. 2/2