Do NOT RECORD ME

"THE SYLLABUS GIVEN OUT YESTERDAY... err, umm in our last class gave you the list of materials needed to accomplish this course in INTRODUCTORY COMPUTING. You will need access to the computer lab and reference materials in the campus library that can not be removed." The speaker began scribbling on the broad blackboard at the front of the room. "My name is Morrey... and if my last name sounds familiar, it should tell you where I'm from. I am an INTERMEDIARY INSTRUCTOR. I'm here from Israel... not a travel teacher. I am not a travel teacher," he was interrupted by an anxious student. "Mr Morrey... how long is this class going to actually be? I have some important research items to get in order for a chemistry class?" The speaker frowned a furrowed brow and showing the displeasure of being interrupted, looked up and out to his challenger's seated location. He spoke again, "This won't take long. We are going to start with knowing who we are. You know who I am, now it's your turn. Every day seating for this class will be the seats you have chosen to take and now, beginning with our "anxious classmate" give a brief introduction of yourself... name, major and the reason you elected my classroom." Students began the round robin revelation of identity... "I'm Mack... Construction Specification... this class is an elective for the Business Management focus." The next seat brought out Melony... Travel Planning... Office Management. The next found Shira Fawslii... Fashion Design... Computerized Office Management. The next had Farah Fawslii... sister of Shira... Fashion Design... Office Management/College of Business. The introductions spanned an entire half hour of the day's scheduled plan. The far end of the room now brought Carmen Cross-Safieddine... Land Use Planning and Analysis... Geo/Geography in coalition with Air Force Civil Engineering program. The instructor's eyes sparkled and his head snapped to the direction of her voice as the student seated next to her began to speak, Damon Rodgers... Economics in Business... College of Business. The last three students ran their information as the instructor tipped across the floor to the area of their seating. "Jailani Kenyatta... International Business Economics... College of Business." "Cerile Djaiwan... World Economics... College of Business." "Kenya Jackson... Introduction to Office Management... this course is an elective." By the close of the last student's introduction, Morrey was waist deep in the crowd of twenty seven seats placed semi-circle around the instructor's desk. As he stepped sideways through the last aisle, Morrey spoke again, "It's is good to know who we are meeting with on a frequent basis... in this class will be very familiar with our own selves and others in the room; our skills and determinations." He leaned toward the desk of Carmen Cross, gazing into her face trying to capture a return gaze. Saying nothing, he raised a knee onto her desktop, leaned across the desk and grasped an amulet at the end of a necklace that draped midbosom at the collar of her blouse. Raising a second knee to kneel on top of her desk and leaning down to peer into her face as if he were about to kiss her, Morrey was caught off guard by several disgusted student objecting to his behavior. As Carmen Cross leaned down and away from this peculiar mannerism, the man seated next to her bumped Morrey's shoulder with an open palm in a secure thrust. "Hey man" Mack spoke up, "...This is a long day start of classes for me, Are there anymore otes for computing or are you done?" As the Fawslii sisters gasped and two other women in class chuckled, Kenyatta spoke out, "That's enough theatrics, man. Is there any real reason for this class or not? We have to critique the instructors you know." Carmen Cross spoke up, "Maybe this act is just what we have to look forward to from a teacher fresh out of ISRAEL. That was the point, wasn't it... introducing our selves? We are showing who we are? This is a demonstration of our intention for "taking this class... the Morrey Kramer computing course? I don't need the class... this is a refresher for me. I have already had introduction to computing... not at this campus, but I feel reintroduction to a subject now and then is good for skills enhancement. This is the first class of any category where agression is a skill to be made not of. I did not think to bring protection to class with me... do I need to practice defense in the classroom?" She picked up her pen as he slid back off the top of her desk and the man next to her pushed the instructor's hand away from her breasts. Carmen gulped in a breath of fresh air in the regained distance between her assailant and herself. Morrey turned and sauntered back to his desk and the blackboard. His face slightly flush and one hand straightening his hair, he lifted a stick of chalk to the board and scribbled the name of his course again... COMPUTING 101. He found his voice again, "I expect each of you to schedule an in person computer lab session to produce the first three tasks on the syllabus. Anything else today?" The other women giggled and shifted their books into their arms, a few other students stood to leave. The Fawslii sisters readied to stand and before he could speak again Morrey's classroom was half empty of anyone waiting for more dramatic acting. The instructor spoke, "I'll see you all back here next Monday!"

Monday found several students with mini tape recorders and several complaints about the process for accessing class notes and assignments in the computer lab. Many had accomplished scheduling a seat and entry of the first requested details on the class syllabus but there was still confusion about manipulating the desired details requested by Morrey. He began the session with definition of the focus and intended outcome of his selected route for educating the class in accessing and manipulation of a computer program. The syllabus lacked direction and their textbooks purchased at SAM'S TEXTS, the bookstore located across the street from the college campus, was basic to mechanisms of the machine and details of binary and fortran computer language. Mack spoke up with an intense question, "If the computer lab doesn't offer instructions for accessing this particular class on line... in the system, how are we going to get recognized as having done the work?" Then adding, "We don't bring a print out and there's no tie in to a code for the class." He pushed a button on his recorder as several others did the same motion. Morrey raised his head to answer Mack's question, "Don't record me. I won't stand for it. No recordrs in this classroom. You write notes from my lecture and from the board only. If you can not learn from your own notes in class you can come to my office for any confusion you suffer!" Looking around the room at the stunned students, Morrey tightened his lips in stern determination. Yelling in a muffled tone, "No tape recorders allowed! Class dismissed."