Twitter Quip

    A Car Called Damien

    I didn’t realize how much work it took to post things online. I mean, I probably should have since I was the one who did all of the maintenance on my site–but I never truly realized how painstakingly difficult it is. I recently posted something online after months–almost a lifetime (well, gerbil’s lifetime)–of not posting anything. The writing wasn’t really the difficult part. The time-consuming aspect of this is putting the text in the necessary format to post online. I thought it was easy in the past, but now it just felt like a lot of work for such a small audience (my mom, Steve, and–if she’s not too busy–The Wife). When I was doing it regularly it didn’t seem like a lot of work. But now that I’ve taken a break, I didn’t realize how much work was really involved (probably ten minutes–not including composition, editing, and revision…as if). I’m not sure I will ever be able to return to a once a week entry (remember when I tried to churn out two or three a week). It was fun while it lasted.

    My appreciation for the Almighty Honda is well known. The obsession started in my teens simply . . . . .

     

    Crash & Burn: Incompetent Teacher Edition

    There’s only one class that stands between me and student teaching: Technology in the Classroom. Its purpose is to make sure teachers know how to use MS Office, the internet, and (if somehow still available) overhead projectors. The state of California gives prospective teachers the option of testing out of the course, and I considered this option during the course of my academic career, but for a multitude of reasons I opted to take the class. Not that I couldn’t pass the test (I took a look at some study guides and have a fair idea of what’s on the test–heck, being a self-proclaimed computer geek, it’d be an embarrassment if I couldn’t pass the test). But because of whacky regulations, policies, and laws, it’s in my best interest to take the course instead.

    Heading into the semester, I figured the class would be a piece of cake. My computer skills probably fall well short of anything Bill Gates can do–but I certainly can run circles around most English students. After all, I have my own website, run a home network that’s so complex it could double as a mainframe for a small country, and spend about 27 hours a . . . . .