tk the Terrible

Today, in my junior/seminar elective The Theater of Ideas, Sally asked me a question, her voice an usually high pitch for her. I've given her shit about her timid, high pitched "Tiiiilda?"s before with "Saaaalllyyyy?" in the same tone. I smiled. She caught herself and said, "There is something about this class or you...it makes me talk in a high pitch." I told her I often have that effect on people. Then, Thomas joined in the conversation with "I was terrified of you last year in Shakespeare." I just looked at him and said nothing. Silence. He looked back at me. Silence. Then, "Um...I'm still terrified* of you."





YESSS!





My favorite tk the Terrible story was reported to me by a teacher who drove some students somewhere in a van. For some reason, kids in a van always forget there is still a teacher within hearing distance; you end up hearing what you never wanted to hear sometimes.

On this occasion, my coworker told me, the students were talking about my hardassness: "tk would give Shakespeare a B."

HellyeaIwould...if he also didn't proofread his essays before turning them in.

Little shits. (I love them.)












* My dad, a decade of such stories later, still says he can't imagine me being a hardass in the classroom. I'm the goofy girl my parents and my aunt used to call maymun: monkey.

He. Has. No. Idea.