|A real old fashioned picnic|
|You'll just have to imagine Julian with Rashleigh.|
|Sister Barbara pretending to like kids|
|Helen is on the left.|
I have written of the miracle of two skilled tutors who made themselves available all semester – Claudette Harry and Marysia Donnelly. Without them [and the occasional “volunteers” we commandeered] we would not have been able to cope with the amount of work and time required to do justice to 20 students. One of the downsides of helping the students to be inquisitive is that they have lots of questions for you.
As for the temptation of just copying last year’s work, there was only once that we worried about it, and we came to the conclusion that even if they did have the pages from last year's students, they still had to grapple with the problems. A bigger problem was the lack of discipline, especially after a “clubbing” weekend. On Monday mornings the students were the least prepared even though they'd had the longest time available to do research. The students all got better at expressing what they'd learned -- and at expressing "bull". I had an imaginary “Gold Shovel” that I would give to the student who said the most with the least content. (The actual Golden Shovel Award celebrates excessive ambiguity and unparalleled cluelessness. Applicants for the Golden Shovel are judged on a lack of the four Cs: candor, clarity, character, and conciseness. Entries are carefully monitored for key words and phrases that signal a bullshitting attempt.) While there were several amateur contenders among our students, the Shovel definitely belonged to a consummate professional, Stanton.
|The Undisputed Champion|
|The Odd Couple|
|One for the road ahead.|