And remember, this is for posterity, so...be honest.

Every quarter there is some distinct quality about the class I am teaching by which I end up remembering them. Last quarter was the Girls Who Couldn't Care Less About Jane Eyre class. The one before that was the Happy Morning People class. Spring '05? Those Who Wrote Mathematical Languages Better Than They Wrote English.

I am afraid that this class might be the Untidy Bunch. My suspicions began last week when I received one paper with an attached draft that appeared to have been dunked in coffee, and another draft that was covered in . . . sand? Something like sand. Then today, I noticed when I was leaving class that there were clumps of dirt on one section of the floor, and pine needles on another. My students don't seem very sporty (that was Winter '04), but they are impressively messy.

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"I'm sure you've discovered my deep and abiding interest in untidiness. Presently I'm writing the definitive work on the subject."

* Note: Count Rugen and his subsidiaries are in no way officially affiliated with this post, nor does this writing reflect his true opinions.