That's what I make my students call me. It's actually on the syllabus. Right underneath my office hours and email address.
This has been a good week for the whole Aphrodite thing, too. Earlier in the week, I told my students that I'd been teaching at BYU for almost 8 years. This kid looked at me and said, "What? Have you been teaching since you were like, twelve?"
And I said, "um . . . no."
He said, "So, why do you look like you're *my* age?"
I just said, "Like unto Aphrodite, honey. Like. Unto. Aphrodite."
Well, today there was another blessed Aphrodite moment. I was at the records office, getting a grade change form. When I got to the counter and asked for the form, the chica there gave me this nastly look and was like, "You have to actually be from a *department* to pick up a form."
I said, "I'm a professor."
She just grimaced and was like, "Yeah. Right."
I gave her my evil professor glare and said, "Um . . . *yeah.* *right.*" Voice all stern and stuff.
She was like, "Seriously?"
I kept that evil professor glare on and I nodded.
And then she said, "Oh my gosh. I am so sorry."
Like unto Aphrodite, my friends!
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