
12:27 PM
Ho. Lee. Cats.
Some of you might remember that I TA'ed the Interactive Narrative course in the 2008-2009 academic year for Professor Ed Barrett. This was a huge amount of fun and I enjoyed every moment of it, as I usually do with teaching. It was massively educational, even though I didn't get paid and I didn't receive any kind of grading... Until now.
I was on my way back into the office from a writing session in the nearby Starbucks this morning when I ran into Philip in the elevator. "Hey," he said, "did you know you got a seven on your student evaluations from the Interactive Narrative course?"
"No, I didn't! That's great," I said. "Out of what?"
Philip blinked. "Seven," he replied.
Philip and I went up to our office on the third floor. My jaw, however, went to the basement.
You like me! You really like me!

