Earlier this week I had an appointment with a top university administrator, someone several pay grades above mine.
I showed up and the receptionist was a student. Nice touch, I thought, putting one of our fine students in an important first impression position. With a bright smile, she well represented the university.
“I’m here to meet with Dr. so-and-so, and my name is David Albrecht.”
“I know, I’m in your class.”
There are no words to explain how embarrassed I felt. And the exposure, there was no excuse to hide behind. Just my hand.
It was just this bright expectant student and an old fool of a professor.
Last week I wrote about my problem in learning student names. This is much worse. I didn’t recognize that I had ever met this student before. Never-the-less, she had been in every class of the semester.
Was she disappointed to discover I (this caring prof who loves students) didn’t even know that she exists? Probably.
I made a horrible impression and did not well represent the university.
A professor simply must learn every student’s face and name.
And Ally, I’m sorry,
by David Albrecht
Pondering the Classroom 
You are so adorable! lol