…from not one, but two Thursday night classes means I come home smelling way more like cigarette smoke than I ever want to again.
Oh, and I know more about nipple piercing among the young folk than I really needed to know. (No, not in the way you’re thinking.)
Were there more drunken students toppling over in chairs?? That was impressive and amusing the one time I was there to see some of it… :^)
No, everyone behaved themselves.
Perhaps it’s just my English sensibilities (and the ambiguity to English ears of ‘going out with’) but I’m always a bit wary of socialising with students ‘out of hours’. This is not because of how it might look or that I might reveal something indiscreet about a colleague or that I might get caught in a debate about the relative teaching abilities of members of the department (although those are all possible, I suppose), but rather I feel I ought to maintain a clear boundary between tutor and student – and that the maintenance of that boundary is my responsibility, not the student’s. Perhaps I’m being overly cautious? Or perhaps there are other strategies – whether inside or outside the classroom – that can maintain such a boundary without forgoing such social events…? (Incidentally, for reasons I’m not altogether clear on, I make a distinction between undergraduate and postgraduate students – I have much fewer qualms socialising with the latter…)
These were all (well, mostly) graduate students, people in their late 20s and 30s, and only one of them is currently one of my students.