I didn't want to put it on my instructor evaluation sheet, as it would probably cause more kerfluffle in that context that I wanted, triggering all sorts of sexual harassment memes. Instead I wanted to put in a quiet word after class, but he was talking with other other students and I preferred to do it privately.
I'm really shocked he hasn't been broken of this habit yet; from references he made, this wasn't his first job of this sort, and I am far from the only person who does not like people poking at me. It's not the touch, per se; I come from a huggy family. It's the primate dominance game behind touching someone who can't do the same back; you pat children on their head, you clap subordinates on the shoulder. I wasn't quite annoyed enough to stand up and poke him in the shoulder when I spoke back to make my point, but damn close.
Jane and and I ran into our friend Linda after the class; she got the chop too. I'm not surprised, as she was also a web person in the same division and they pretty much cut out all web functions. We commiserated and made a tentative plan for lunch on Friday since Jane and I have two hours between classes.
I'm really glad Jane pushed me to go to the first available briefing; if she hadn't been going 'sign up for the 1:30 with me tomorrow!', I probably wouldn't have done it until Thursday or Friday and there would have been no classes left. There were a lot of people wandering around today pathetically trying to get onto waiting lists for classes in a week or two.