It seems my rock star status has worn off with the Medical college girls. Now, I am just another person trying to get them to think at four in the afternoon. They get that labored look on their faces and are beginning to squirrel around in their seats.

Last week, if I broke a piece of chalk and muttered “oopsy”, I heard little “oopsy” echoes and giggles all around the room. And if anyone let out a peep while I was talking, two dozen “shhhhhh!”s would hiss all around the room until there was nothing but air particles and chalk dust in between my words and their eager ears. It was beautiful. Now who’s doing the shushing? Me.