School is back in session, and once again I am spending evenings teaching at the university that, in a madcap, misguided moment of institutional weakness, hired me as an adjunct professor.
This idea — “Mike Redmond, teaching” — never fails to get a laugh from the people who knew me during kidhood, when my objective was to put as much distance as possible between myself and the people who chose that profession.
This is not to say that I had bad teachers. In fact, most of my teachers were terrific. And it’s not to say that I was a bad student, either. I was, but it’s not to say that.