so far no one in the class has made a guffaw at the term so clearly my emotional age is beneath that of your average berkeley junior or senior.
in a conversation we had briefly after class I came to realize how much I must have changed from the shy young dyke I was when we met to the bearded eccentric cynical old man I am now. one day I would like to have a serious conversation with the man, but we both have defaults of sarcastic irony and the banter tends to get in the way.