Standing in the coffee line this morning, a cheerful first year student turned to me and asked, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Thinking it highly unlikely I told her I’m Iris, one of the librarians here. Her already animated face did backflips over itself in her excitement: “You were teaching with the professor when I visited a linguistics class as a prospy last year!!”
I’m facing a busy, busy day, and I’m kind of nervous about it, and my socks chose this day to be the one where they sink further down into my shoes with every step and clump painful under my instep, and my whole body aches from all the running around that’s involved in new student week and preparations for classes. But this one first year student was interested enough in what I had to say nearly a year ago that she remembered my face today. I love that.