I was sitting at my desk last night listening to Dean lecture from his from porch, Lisa lecture from New Jersey and every so often, a bird chirping. I liked that one of my classmates was at home when her daughter lost a tooth, I liked that I was able, for the most part, to keep up with the lecture.
I was nervous before class. Sherman Alexie, in The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian, which, by the way, is my new favourite middle-years novel, says as the voice of his own Dad, “Nervous means you want to play. Scared means you don’t want to play.” (p. 181) But like Alexie’s main character, before class I was texting Lindsay, saying I thought I might toss my cookies.
I was not able to keep up when Lisa screen shared, but I watched, and wrote down where she went and went back and found my way this morning. I hope I’ll be fast enough to be a Google jockey. It’s a great goal!
The language is new, makes me shake my head, and makes me smile. Last class we had to do an ‘about me page,’ so I put that in a post, thinking a page and a post are the same things… then I read Lance’s blog. Ok, now to sort out how to move those around. I tucked Jessy Lee into bed last night and told her I learned about widgets. I told my Mom that the entire class gmailed the prof last night, and that no, that’s not an inappropriate action.
Today, I figured out how to hyperlink. So celebrate with me, come on, this is a joyous event!
Here is an interesting little form about a topic that will likely get me back to the university someday… since you’re stopping by why not fill it out?