The first time my parents sat in on one of my lectures was first-year family weekend: We sat apart from everyone else and I didn’t say a word because I was convinced I was the dumbest person in the room. The second time they sat in on one of my lectures was three years later, and I was teaching it.
I know I haven’t been posting much this semester, but DONT WORRY I’ve just been quietly dying. Four papers due in the next three days, plus I’m still recovering from my 21st birthday, plus don’t let me forget before I graduate (!!!!) to tell you all about the job application process. Keeping it all very secretive for now but don’t worry: it sucks!