I had to run an errand on campus today and while I was sending my students an email, the boys filled in some leftover course evaluations.
Let's see, "Instructor demonstrates knowledge in course material... STRONGLY DISAGREE."
In this one you can see the sand they spilled all the heck over the place a few weeks ago.
Just wants to go see the fish tank in the biology department.
The real hit is the ramp outside the building. Once I was teaching a lab in the classroom behind those windows on the right and I could hear them laughing and shrieking outside with their babysitter.
We had a great morning scootering all over campus and drinking chocolate milk in the student union, but things took a turn for the stubborn and unruly later in the afternoon. I gave Charlie a writing assignment after he refused the help me straighten up the playroom (I wrote, he traced. It was, apparently, very, very painful, so I let him stop after "I am sorry" and signing his name).
My final is written, my proposal is with the other PI, and I have a whole weekend to get my four senior's grades done. Freedom feels GOOD. TGIF, right?