Each morning I get out of bed in response to the sound of my alarm, but about forty-five minutes later I truly wake up. I drift thoughtlessly to the shower. I carelessly lay toothpaste across the head of my toothbrush. Then I finally try to muster enough energy to cook my eggs and turkey bacon without setting the house ablaze. Feeling somewhat fresh and feed, I can start to make my way out of the house. It isn’t until I awake the illustrious BMW inline six engine that I can break myself free of the fatigue and obscurity. The metallic rasp, refined by the three stage intake, carries a sweet tune straight from the high compression engine all the way to the dual exhaust pipes. Press the start button; hold DTC for five seconds to disengage any electronic driving assists, and just let the engine breathe for a second. From there, I just slip the drive selector into the Steptronic setting and open that engine up top to bottom, feeling more alert with each gear change.
In “Message to My Freshman Students,” Keith Parsons details his gripes with the distracted freshman students and offers those students a new definition of his role as an educator. Prior to instructing this course, colleagues warned Parsons that returning to teaching freshman would be a trying experience. His fellow “chalk and talk” enthusiasts guaranteed that the students would be unmotivated and overly-entitled coming out the coddling environment of compulsory education. Parsons quickly identifies his audience by alerting readers that his quarrel is with specifically disengaged and unproductive freshman students. He serves a harsh reality within the first moments of reading. As a college professor, Parsons is in no way responsible for the grade a student receives. Elaborating on this point, he urges that it is not any sort of barometer of his success as a professor. Parsons asks students to re-evaluate their view of responsibilities in education; at the collegiate level, it is now only the students burden to learn the material presented to them. |
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