You might be teaching a gen-ed class if it’s November and it occurs to you that not all of your students know your name. (In fact, I discovered this when a student was reduced to describing me to A, whom he didn’t know was my wife. “He’s got no hair . . . he wears glasses, and a tie. He teaches Brit Lit.”)
One remedy: The Mountain Goats.
(Update: In-joke for local readers deleted out of deference to yesterday’s campus news.)