I've been thinking about this a lot since yesterday, and this is what really galls me—rooting for your students to fail, and creating conditions to maximize the chances that they'll fail.
(Context: Professor went viral for leaving students directions to hidden $50 in his syllabus. None of them found it, but it turned out the phrasing and location of the "directions" made it near impossible for even a conscientious student to collect.)
Every professor has a choice to make all the time: You're a mentor and colleague to your students, working for their success, or you're their adversary, trying to trip them up, block their way, slow them down.
Sometimes (maybe, arguably) a professor has to have an adversarial relationship with your students, but in my view "mentor and colleague" should always be your default mode. Always.
If you leave directions to $50 in your syllabus, you should be rooting for someone to find it, checking every before every class to see if someone did, announcing to the whole class with glee and gusto if they do.
If they find that $50, they did what you wanted them to do! And without expectation of reward! And you rewarded them unexpectedly, for conscientiousness and gumption! That's a huge win!
And if nobody finds it, you tell the story later as an object lesson, right? And the lesson is "I'm on your side, hoping for you to succeed," not "I walk into this classroom thinking you're a jerk and I walk out mocking you."
It's absolutely not anything I'd ever do, for a bunch of reasons. But I can see it being an essentially benign Weird Old Professor thing.
But that's not what this prof did. He stuck the "directions" in a boilerplate section of the syllabus THAT HE DIDN'T ACTUALLY CARE WHETHER THE STUDENTS READ, and then phrased them in the weirdest, looks-like-a-mistakest way possible. And then crowed when they failed.
He just screwed with them, for his amusement and the amusement of others not in the classroom.
And that's really gross.
And this is such an excellent point: If you see an out of place reference to a locker and a combination-lock number in a syllabus, and it looks like it's there by mistake, why would you go open that locker? Even if you were curious about it?
When I was in England last month, I could walk into a pharmacy—as a non-resident—and walk out five minutes later with two boxes of seven rapid tests each. Psaki's mockery is misplaced.
When I arrived at my aunt's house in Manchester, I had some minor cold symptoms, and was supposed to go out with older relatives last night. So I just ... took a test. In my bedroom. And another one the next day.
It was wonderful that doing the right thing—the careful, prudent, responsible thing—was so easy. There's no excuse for making it hard.
CNN, in brief: "We looked into Chris Cuomo's actions, and what he did was bad enough that we fired him while we were still in the middle of investigating. The investigation continues."
One odd thing about the CNN statement on Chris Cuomo's firing—they don't actually say that the "new information" they're going to continue to investigate is directly related to the scandal involving his brother.
Yesterday evening, I decided to trick my body into thinking it had three different diseases.
My body today:
(Flu shot, shingles shot, covid booster. I may be some time.)
And honestly, I'm mostly just wore out and low-grade achey, with intermittent mild chills. As symptoms go, they're all manageable. Just gonna be a slow, lazy day while I'm waiting for my new superpowers to kick in.
Lots of people responding with "just use metric," but cooking is, like carpentry, a discipline in which using fractional rather than decimal measures actually makes sense.
A sixteenth of a liter is 62.5 milliliters. A sixteenth of a quart is a quarter cup. Fractions scale better than decimals.
This is such an interesting clip. He's clearly really nervous about saying the wrong thing, using the wrong phrasing, but at the same time he's got something he actually wants to SAY, and so he winds up going for it.
My gloss on his meaning, by the way, is basically "people from marginalized communities don't trust white guys like me, with good reason, and this shit is a big part of why, and it's my job to try to overcome that." Which is exactly what a white coach should be saying about this.
(If I’d had a few more characters I’d have gone with “often don’t trust” and “this kind of shit.”)
Twelve-year-old kid is so traumatized by slavery that she burns her enslaver's house down, killing a baby. Two years later, she poisons the enslaver's sons.
And then she's hanged by the government. At fourteen.