It's probably a good thing that some of the social barriers that serve only to protect entrenched class systems have fallen by the wayside to a certain extent. However, I do find it at least a little weird to call my professors by their first names. Maybe it's a result of having been trained from a very young age to address my teachers formally, but I find it a little uncomfortable to call the learned individual who passes down the wisdom of the ages "Bob" or "Margaret."
That's why I'm having a little trouble not feeling sort of conflicted with regards to reading a list of the favorite iTunes tracks of a co-author of my Business Associations textbook. It's like seeing your high school history teacher out on a date - sure, there's nothing per se wrong with teachers behaving like adult human beings outside of school hours, but it nevertheless feels like witnessing something you're not supposed to see.
Does it make it a little creepier that he has a group called "OperaBabes" on there? It's like when I would run into one of my grade school teachers at the grocery store- a little unnerving. "Why are you buying frozen pizzas and tampons?! Shouldn't you be at school?" I thought they were like, VICKI the Robot, they just powered down when we weren't around.
On a break during college, I walked into a bar in my hometown with a friend and we ran into my 4th grade math teacher and a gym teacher, who were having a beer. We did shots with them. It was jarring, to say the least.
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