So here I am surrounded by family writing deep in to the night. I could have done the blog earlier but my mind was preternaturally focused on the other things happening. Beach mostly. It had been so long since we’d all been to the beach together that it spanned a 3d of the youngest’s life. I’m talking pre-covid here. That long. Everyone has grown and many have moved into their lives with the intention of continuing in that vein. In fact, two couldn’t make it. We watched one on TV playing his first game of the season. Jitters. It wasn’t his best showing but it was the best of that particular CB room. This was his floor. 73.3 rating. His ceiling needs to be closer to the 90s (PFF) for him to make the leap he wants to make in his career. 73’s don’t go pro.
That is, of course, the reason he couldn’t be with us here celebrating a brief vacation together. It’s back home now and back to work, which entails trying to figure out how to move forward with a mixture of classes that are coming together and coming apart in various ways. The basic English classes are in the coming apart stage, because the students are not in the mind space to be immediately successful and I am driving them hard. They are using GPT, of course, but it isn’t helping them. That is kinda the point of the class–to show the way to get better without using the machine as the core of what you do.
It is not working straight off. It will take time. Most good things do.
Some Thoughts:
- I am without a bonkers headline. I would like to get back to this construct as well as the more familiar one of the Friday freewrite.