Ryan calls this post: Dork gets noticed

Teachers don't notice you as much as I remember in my bachelor studies. It's fine by me... it's just a little more business and a little less hand holding, which I guess is appropriate for a masters class.

I'm taking an economics class with the same teacher that taught me a similar course in the first semester. I came in five weeks late to that class, and tried so hard to catch up. I'm one of three Americans in the master's program, and the only one studying management. I sit near the front. I write everything down. I went to all the tutorials and asked the teacher questions at the breaks. Still, yesterday I would have bet that the professor couldn't pick me from a lineup.

This year's class has started much like the first. The teacher was working through a difficult equation. I was writing as quickly as I could and scrunching my brow at the board when he said (in a thick Italian accent), "Kelley, you understand?"

Surprisingly, I did understand, but even MORE surprisingly, he notices?!? You could have knocked me over with a feather. I would have paid good money to see the look on my face as I managed a "yes."

He thinks my name is Kelley for good reason... that's how it appears on the class registry and we've never actually met. But now I know he knows me, and it's the coolest thing ever.

Here's a picture of last year's class, all smiles on our last day.