Ok, I feel like I can post this now that I’ve had two dinners and a third is unlikely. I love eating food; it makes me feel so full and good inside. I even like that I’m home for this little stretch of time, even if it’s just to get away from Holmes and see my family again.
What I don’t like is forgetting my phone charger in my dorm. I didn’t realize it until my Grandma was asking me if I had a phone charger that would fit her phone, and after looking for one I realized that mine was still attached to the surge protector under my desk. I turned off my phone then and there, saving the last bar of battery life.
Normally I wouldn’t have done that. I probably would’ve let it die, then been incommunicado for the rest of the weekend. Well, I strangely needed my phone this weekend. From going to frisbee games, picking up siblings, meeting up with friends, and everything else, I needed that last bar to count.
So, I’ve been turning my phone on and off even six hours or so, just to check my messages and everything, and so far it has already come in handy. I wouldn’t be going ice skating tomorrow, nor would I know about my friend’s Thanksgiving that she thankfully survived, so a fundamental lack in teloperations for most of the day has paid off.
Now I just need to last to Monday morning…
Today I taught two Calculus I recitations, back to back. It was ok, since my actual recitation (which was first) is actually a good class that I like. We go through some stuff, and it’s basically a fifty-minute conversation about life with some calc sprinkled in.
The second recitation, however, was not good. One, they saw that I wasn’t their actual LA, so they just wanted to take the quiz and get it over with. Their LA gave me a lesson plan, but I wasn’t going to follow it anyway. I did ask some questions though:
ME: “So, all of you know Riemanns sums?”
ME: “How about integration rules?”
ME: “The Fundamental Theorem of Calculus?”
That’s the one with the derivative, right?
ME: “Yes. Do want me to go over it?”
At that point, I was just tired of teaching, so I just said, “ok, let’s take the quiz then.” The best was after the first person finished really early, I looked at his quiz and said to the class (after he left), “take longer than he did. He did not do well.”
A couple of kids laughed. Success!
Not the smartest thing to do… I was up all of last night, until around six or seven, not doing much of anything. Here’s a breakdown of what happened, starting at midnight:
– revised first part of novel (12:00-1:00)
– singing songs with my roommate while he played guitar (1:00-1:30)
– hung out with our friends in West Holmes, including watching Moulin Rouge (1:30-3:00)
– hung out with friends in East Holmes when they got back from a movie (3:00-4:00)
– continued revising first part of novel (4:00-5:30)
– wasted time online (5:30-6:30)
After all of that, I still had a 9:10 to go to, plus a meeting with the professor I LA for, so I decided to take a quick nap. I don’t know if I was hearing things, but more alarms than I had set went off. I was a mess; I fumbled with my alarm clock when my phone alarm was going off, then I lost my phone on the floor next to the futon (my bed was covered with books and my jacket), then I thought that I was dreaming and slept for three minutes while an alarm was going off.
I also skipped my first class. I hope that doesn’t come back to haunt me…