First day in the books. I wasn’t going to write about the experience in spite of prodding from my prescient partner, but here we are.
Above all else the top thing I realized in going back to class is that I don’t really know what students care about anymore. It’s been too long away from the face to face to have a real sense of what their lives and wants and needs really look like in this new reality. Moreover, I didn’t ask. I’ll try to fix that the next time in. Beyond that my Canvas course isn’t quite game ready. There are a few tweaks needed to make that part of the experience flow smoothly. So, that one is on me.
Some Thoughts:
- Truth be told: I need to get back into a settled routine. That is what tomorrow ought to accomplish for me. I need to get back to where I am coming to the page in the morning excited and ready. I’ve drifted from that space.
- Stephen King’s Billy Summer is an interesting look into the life and work of an assassin. I write about assassins quite often and I’ve never done it quite this way. I’m still learning from the guy.
- You can always tell when I’m not into the blog that night because it runs quite short. That is the result of slow typing as a mechanism of understanding how little I truly have or want to say.