I went to office hours for the first time in my life. I needed help on a paper.
There sat me. There sat my professor. She is a very skinny woman, with a long, narrow nose that sticks out from her face, large eyes, and black undone hair.
What do I do? Well, I came there for help with a paper. So I started talking through my first argument that I was seriously questioning.
The teacher talks very quickly, letting her thoughts run away from her as she talks. But she’s smart. She talks through the argument, and I realize that I don’t have anything there.
So we go to idea number two. This one she actually pauses for a second. Hey, maybe this is plausible. We talk about how we would have to make the argument work.
End of meeting.
Maybe office hours aren’t so bad.