Day One. When I set out to make coffee this morning (decaf, but I still need it), my coffee grinder wouldn’t work. The thing is held together with duct tape, but its held out thus far. Today was the day it decided to quit. I was persistent, and with some amount of jiggling and shaking of the device, I managed to grind up enough beans to make a cup of decaf. Problem 1 solved.
I left for school and went to the main office to pick up the LCD projector. After taking it up to my office, I realized I had forgotten to bring the cord necessary to hook up my computer to the projector (Macs of course require a special cord for this). Luckily I had come 2 hours early and live only a 7 minute bike ride from school. So I hopped on my bike and headed home. Mind you the windchill was 11 F and winds were gusting at least 20 mph. I was kind of tired when I got back to school, but I had retrieved the proper cord and Problem 2 had been solved. I went to the classroom and hooked everything up and then just paced around until the students arrived.
They seem like a pretty good bunch. Really, this is a breath of fresh air after the drudgery of last semester. There is a huge difference between dealing with a class of 750 as opposed to a class of 18. When these 18 students filed in today, they really did seem to be fresh-faced and eager to learn. I forgot my intentions to be mean and put the fear of God into them. Everything went okay, but I am a little bit disappointed with myself for being too nice. I’ll have to be more stern on Wednesday.
In other news, I had an email from Eduardo yesterday. Just a few words. He asked me if there was still snow where I lived and he said that he missed me and to give his regards to Rob. The last time I'd heard from him was December 20, so I was really relieved and happy to have a message from him, bless his little heart.
Got to keep trucking tonight. Thanks for reading!
Monday, January 14, 2008
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I always find the first day of class to be rather nerve-wracking and struggle with that balance of too nice / too scary. Glad to hear I'm not alone.
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