Good Knight...

You know, just when I was starting to think that I was getting a handle on this teaching thing... just when I thought that maybe, just maybe, these apathetic adolescents were starting to listen... just when I started to hope that maybe I was getting through to them.......

Last night, I was marking some homework, and in the space allotted for the teacher's name, one student had written, "Sir David Fork."

Now, I found it strange enough to begin with, that by taking on this teaching job, I had suddenly been knighted (although sometimes I feel I'll have deserved it in the end). It's disconcerting to be referred to as "Sir David," and makes me feel that I should somehow be out battling mythical beasts and competing in upcoming jousting tournaments. But now, to discover that one of my students has, after two full months, thought my family was named after an eating utensil, really gets my tines in a twist, if you will.

Sir David Fork, knight of the round dinner table, proponent of culinary Etiquette, arch enemy of the uncouth, hand-eating, Earl of Sandwich. Oh what manner of adventures await him?