Egad. According to my course's Blackboard site, my current students have discovered this blog. This is perhaps not surprising, since my sister-in-law has appropriated the domain name that matches my name and linked it to this site, therefore merely googling my name would probably allow access to this. (Other professors' names will link to books on Amazon; mine gets you this. Greeeeat.) They've probably been reading it the whole time and I've only just found out. Which means they already know too much, alas.
But perhaps not enough! And while I can control my classroom (or pretend to), I can not control the Internet. Therefore: former students, friends from high school and college, family members (with pierced nipples or without), and miscellaneous riff-raff -- feel free to dish out the dirt on me that you will. (Believe it or not, they indirectly know the passing-out-on-the-laundry-bags-at-work story -- yes, that was real -- so I'm not sure how much worse it can get.) I'm sure much of this information could be passed around quicker than you can hit the "Ctrl" and the "C" keys together. Determining fact from fiction might be fun as well; remember, class, don't believe everything you read on the Internet.
To the current students, however, I warn you now that should any of this information come up during a classroom discussion (particularly if it is an attempt to derail the class, and particularly if it succeeds), this would constitute the section in the syllabus known as "bad attitude" and you should officially consider your participation grade toast. *insert evil grin/cackling here*
Let the madness begin. (Gulp.)