I’m the guy with the lunchbox

That’s me, the guy carrying a lunchbox from class to class.

It’s not my lunch, though.

It’s my stuff. My teaching stuff.

Index cards. Crayons. Dry-erase markers and I hope an eraser.  My own personal clicker. A dongle. Extra pens. A green Mold-A-Rama gorilla waving hello, so I can refer to the “gorilla in the room” which, of course there always is.

Because I brought it. In my lunchbox.

Every semester at least a few people will ask me what’s for lunch and I will reply “oh, this?” and tell them about my lunchbox.

I guess there are worse things to be known for around campus than being the guy who carries a lunchbox.

What do you think of that?

To read more, see my first comment, below.

See you tomorrow!