I had only two students in my Italian Civilization class this spring (normally, it's offered once every two years; this was an experiment in offering it in two consecutive years. A failed experiment, obviously). When the dean saw how small the class was, she could have cancelled it, but luckily she's one of the good deans, and she said, "So what—it's her last semester. Let her keep the class." I was even luckier that the two students were wonderful.
|Photo courtesy Lori Catanzaro, hostess of my amazing retirement party|
No, that's not champagne, although if it were, what would they do—fire me? Sparkling cider.