Final Exams

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While my day time students find themselves stuck with the usual final exams, my evening students--who are adult returning students--get the special treatment. Our final exams are always at a local restaraunt featuring really good margaritas.


This is the life!

Comments

anne said…
I've always found that a good margarita aids the testing process. It caused a little bit of trouble with my SAT's but that's another story.

Seriously though, what a nice thing! You students must really enjoy and appreciate having you as a teacher.
December 12, 2007 at 11:05 PM
Simple Blog Writer said…
When I was an undergrad, I would look at the returning students with pity. Now I am a returning student...and this is the life!

Cheers!
December 12, 2007 at 11:11 PM
JCK said…
You know...I've been thinking about taking some night classes....
December 12, 2007 at 11:54 PM
Anonymous said…
I think by the end of the semester both students and professor could use a nice big margarita!
December 13, 2007 at 5:32 AM
BipolarLawyerCook said…
Wow. You need to change your blog name to Professor Best's Place.
December 13, 2007 at 7:01 AM
Mrs. G. said…
Me thinks me needs to do some learning with Professor J...and her trusty TA, Cuervo Gold.
December 13, 2007 at 9:37 AM
Jennifer (Jen on the Edge) said…
I'm going to enroll next semester.
December 13, 2007 at 9:53 AM
Janet said…
Now that's the kind of final exam I'D like!!!
December 13, 2007 at 10:02 AM
Mary Alice said…
Why oh why aren't YOU MY professor?
December 13, 2007 at 10:08 AM
Julie Pippert said…
Wow, and I felt lucky to get to have class outside on nice days. Margaritas? Well it seems redundant to say but looks like fun!

Julie
Using My Words
December 13, 2007 at 10:22 AM
Tui Snider @mentalmosaic said…
Sounds like my kind of exam! :)

I worked at a dental office once, where the dentist would save up the old gold from people's crowns, and use that to take the staff out for dinner and margaritas.
December 13, 2007 at 11:02 AM
Family Adventure said…
See you next term!

Heidi
December 13, 2007 at 1:23 PM
The Grammar Snob said…
I'm totally signing up.

How've you been? Hope exams aren't stressing you out.
December 13, 2007 at 3:31 PM
Misty said…
I want to come to your class!!!! :)

Thanks so much for stopping by my place with a hug! I appreciate it. Your blog is great, and I will be back... Unless you find me there in TX learning from you and holding out for my final & Tequila. :)
December 14, 2007 at 9:53 AM
Melanie said…
Wow. Margaritas + Higher Learning = Genius. Is this a Texas thing?

When you go to university in Idaho, they give you a small, boiled potato to keep you warm while you take final exams.
December 14, 2007 at 10:33 AM
Zenmomma said…
Looks like you guys has a blast!
December 14, 2007 at 7:54 PM
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