Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
- Bought all the Christmas decorations for 2006
- Started new classes (both Professional Development classes)
- Sam has started a new bone
- I'm down to three messages in my email inbox (an all-time low)
- I'm caught up on school work (in my own way)
- Brian has "warmed up" (from a frigid zero to an ice cold two) to the idea of going to my work Christmas party
- We have started recieving the newspaper (words I never thought I'd speak)
- I'm tired of leftover turkey (we have about 3 or 4 pounds of it)
- We have gone on an orange juice strike (we haven't bought it for weeks)
- I have gotten myself addicted to riddles
- I have learned (the hard way - might I add) never to mess with my father-in-law in Fast Scrabble
- I have recently switched to all Christmas music all the time (by recently I mean since the middle of October)
Monday, November 13, 2006
The Stuff Of Legends
I was recently working at Science Central where they have a high bike (like the one at the circus with a thin track for the bike and a netting underneath). I was manning the high bike when this kid (probably 12ish) came up to ride the bike. He wanted to ride it forwards and backwards, with hands, without hands, again, and again. When I'd kick him off, he'd get back in line and do it all over again.
In my head I could almost hear him talking to his friends at school the following Monday, "Yeah, man, I rode the high bike like 80 times. I even did it without holding on. Nope. It wasn't scary. Only a sissy would be scared." See how we do that? Legends. The next thing you know, his friend is sitting on the bus telling his friends, "Yeah, my friend rode a high bike like 100 times this weekend. He said it was sweet."
I was thinking about this mostly because I just scored half of a desk at work, which is a big deal at Brown Mackie (for an adjunct to get a desk - or even part of a desk). As I, along with several other adjunct faculty members were cheerfully stashing stuff into our newly acquired desk halves, I heard people saying things like, "Now I won't have to carry fifty pounds of books everywhere or use the phone in the lounge (which is one of the noisiest places on earth), and I could hear myself, telling my friends and family, "Back when Brown Mackie didn't give us desks, I would lug around tons of books in my satchel, and I would walk in from the back of the parking lot, and my shoulder would feel like it's about to fall off and....."