I am not sure if any of these qualify as Perfect Moments, but I hope that I write them in a way that both entertains you and allows you into my though process. Be forewarned, I am providing a window. Should you enter, I cannot guarantee there is a way out.
After waking, and preparing the coffee that might keep me awake through the day’s marathon of classes, a quick glance at my deck confirmed the news. Autumn (though Fall seems a better choice of words) had definitely arrived. Leaves both small and large covered my deck. It had rained during the night and the leaves were firmly affixed to my deck. Any hope that they would blow away into the neighbours’ yards seemed somewhat distant.
On the ground at the bus stop, I noticed a rather famous label. It read “Canada Goose”. I briefly wondered whether the buyer had bought the jacket that day and decided to put it on at my bus stop, or if they had forgotten the label when leaving the house and decided to discard it then. Personally, I would have at least waited until I got on the bus. Of course, I also would have either put my garbage in the very near garbage can, or I would have saved the label to use as a bookmark. While it was cool, I am not sure it was Canada Goose cold. I was only in a t-shirt.
At work, we have changed locations. We aren’t going fully face to face until the new year and many of our potential students cannot reach us until things improve in their countries. As a result, we just don’t need as much space as we had. I worry that we might need more space if things improve, but that really isn’t my department. Change is always interesting. Also purging a lot of stuff to move to a smaller space didn’t hurt either.
My perfectly crafted lesson required electronic communication with the students. Whether related to yesterday’s “outage”, I cannot be sure, but I also had problems using Microsoft Teams in my lessons. Not handing out books to students, and relying on electronic copies has saved some trees (or put some paper recyclers out of work–two sides to every story) but occasionally there are hiccups. I had to get students to photograph things or have them squint at my white board at maximum enlargement. Either way, I made it work. It’s a poor teacher who blames technology (rather than student laziness, apathy, or stupidity) for a student’s inability to learn.
On my commute home, while trying to lose myself in a Lincoln Rhyme mystery, some loud people on the bus were intent on sharing their conversation with me. In between sips of beer, they were loudly agreeing with each other. Rather than plug in my headphones to block them out, I decided to be the “fly on the wall” and let their words wash over me.
At one point, one of them made a sentence along the lines of “you’re just like Bruce Lee.” I thought this a rather unusual reference, but I did like it. When I was growing up, Bruce Lee was definitely cool. He died before I discovered him, but that didn’t lessen his cook in any way.
A few months ago, one of my students tried reciting a speech Bruce Lee had made on TV about “being like water.” (You can see it on YouTube). My student loved the pronunciation, but I just loved the intensity that the man spoke with. He definitely had a kind of charisma that so easily came across on screen.
I managed to get a look at my happy bus passengers. There was no Bruce Lee in any of them.
If this sounds like a full blown Monday to you, I would be forced to agree.