Please don’t Tell my Class I Need Male Enhancement…

blah blah haven’t been around in ages have missed so many stories bad blogger busy PHD student blah.

 

Now that that’s all out of the way, hello again all.  School is exhausting, so I haven’t been able to get here as often as I’d like.  But this morning was a classic, and just needed to be shared with the internet at large.

 

So, in the classes I teach, there is a multimedia component, and in my class, we are making podcasts.  We’ve been in conferences/library sessions all week, so today was their first chance to workshop their stuff.  I brought in some samples of podcasts for them to listen to, and played them directly from my laptop, because it fills me with an unidentifiable terror to let a student navigate the computer we can see on the big screens.

 

We were moving on through our sample audio clips, when I hear the incoming mail chime.  Now, for most this is not a big deal.  Except when you use Mac’s new notification center, it…kind of is.  This announces, for all who have ears to hear, who your mail is from.

 

It also does this for all incoming spam.

 

Now, I’ve been a little unfair, in that I’m leading you all on in the sense that no my class did not hear about someone wanting to give me larger junk, or about pills that will mak her luv me long time–they just heard an innocuous message from a harmless organization I’m a part of.  But the thought that they would hear about penis enlargement or Russian prostitutes and think I was gross, or, worse, hear an Email from my online dating years and think I was a sad lonely cat lady… it was enough to make one shudder.

 

So, as my sendoff, a word to the wise: turn off your screen reader when you are in front of students, because the Canadian pharmacy people are just *waiting* for you to give them an opening.

 

Unrelated PSA2: your cute teacherly outfit becomes less cute and less teacherly when there are puddles outside above your ankles, and the weight of your wet dress starts dragging down low enough to fear for public decency.  Just thought y’all’d wanna know.

 

Adjunct out.