Today was the first class of a new semester. After ten years of teaching, rituals, performed with every incoming class, have emerged. One of which, taken straight from the Napoleon, Washington and Roosevelt playbooks, is that of learning each student's name. I methodically call each name, stare at the human associated with this word for what seems like too long and repeat until I have all the names committed to memory.
It sounds creepy, but in fact it's quite funny. It's like the ice breaker that no one saw coming, and at the end of our four hour studio I'm not the only one who knows everyone's name. We all do.
What better way to start something than to feel like you are already a part of it?
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