There are lots of things that don't really taste like their constituent ingredients, though. Meatballs come to mind - don't really taste like either the meat or the breadcrumbs or whatever the hell else is in there - but they only come to mind because I just had a meatball sub.
Then again, I'm a gestaltist of a gastronome. I'm lousy at picking out individual ingredients by flavour.
Dear blag & blaggers;
I went to the campus I'd been at for only a year and cleaned out my stuff from my former office, and turned in the keys.
Someone else's name is on the door already. Mine never got put up. Really, how long was this in the works?
The English professor in the office next to mine, with whom I'd grown rather close, happened by and expressed how sorry she was to see me go - her students and advisees had sung my praises, as had other faculty members who had gotten to know me. I was also a lynchpin in her NSF grant proposal, which with my leaving dismissal has been torpedoed. She offered a recommendation anytime, as did the dean when I turned in my keys to his secretary.
I get the same damn reaction everywhere I teach get fired. I'm an excellent teacher, I just seem to have a knack for pissing off the wrong people. Even when they're my friends.
The above mentioned professor told me to remember something a student once told her - that the best sentence in the English language is, "Fuck the fucking fuckers!"
Teaching college is all I know. It's all I'm qualified to do, and I can't get certified to teach high school because I never got an "ed" degree. I've exhausted all the colleges in the area, been let go from every one. The community college is the last one, and they've only got adjunct work. I can't move away for a large number of personal and financial reasons.
I guess it's time to find a new direction, something different to do. Damned if I know what, though.