I'm turning twenty-nine on Tuesday. I keep thinking I should feel old, only I don't. I was all excited about the Harry Potter movie, and then I realized it's the same weekend as a Winnie the Pooh movie, and I was seriously torn between where to spend my movie dollars. It's a good thing we're only as old as we feel, I guess!
I can has new shoes! The FB crowd already saw this, but I have been complaining about my feet lately. I just started teaching summer school which means three hours on my feet at a go. The new shoes - Dr. Scholls men's dress shoes - felt like a dream on the walk home. Even up the stairs, which is usually a trial and a half.
Being on your feet physically is one thing. Being on your feet mentally - as in, having to do the energy-intensive work of directing class discussion at the same time as motivating also-exhausted students for three hours on a stretch - is another thing entirely. I can't remember being so drained in a long, long time. At least since I started teaching - and, really, that's what I'm growing through. The pangs of adjusting to a different teaching mechanism. I'm really enjoying the experience, but boy is it tiring!
Some texts are not made for the summer-school format. Or maybe they just aren't made to be taught by me. I'm thinking of a specific Plato excerpt that is usually on your standard Philosophy 101 syllabus - but whenever I try to teach it I get the feeling that I am begging my students to indulge me on this because this is one of those things they Just Need to Know to be a well-educated person, like how to calculate a derivative or the meaning of hamlet's "What a work of man" speech. Only it's not. When I read it, it is meaningful but also beautiful - Socrates's thoughts on light and truth often literally reduce me to tears. When I teach it, though? Not so much.
Dropbox is cool, but I'm beginning to think that Google Documents with its new Cloud Connect feature is even cooler. Essentially you can upload a file to Google Docs from within Word or Excel, which can then be shared with anyone, or anyone with a google account. It even saves the file rather than converting it to a Google format. Much better version control than an online file-sharing tool like DropBox, too.
I recently saw the TNG episode "Data's Day" for the first time. It has a wonderful mix of the earth-shattering and the personal that all felt very, very real. I loved it - up until the end. Because, Keiko's wedding dress? Blech and double blech.
There are other things going on, but at the moment that's all that's really shareable.