Who reads my blog? Damnifino! There are so few comments and none of those have been very revealing. I am no looking for names but whys. Who are you and why do you care what I write? My insatiable curiosity has provided me with a wealth of amusing incidents over the years. My earliest recollection of being burnt by my curiosity is kindergarten. Early in my kindergarten career, prior to any reading skills, I noticed a bright red button on the wall, near the steps outside our classroom. Several times I endeavored to push it but my mittens prevented me from fully depressing the button. One day I left my mittens at home so I wouldn’t be forced to put them on. As we went up the steps for recess, I was finally able to fully depress the pretty red button and set off the fire alarm. After the evacuation and re-entrance to the school, my sixth grade sister was instructed to walk me home. I clearly recollect that she was not happy with me. I vaguely recollect that my Dad was not overly concerned but did suggest my curiosity would need watching.
So curiosity ruling, who are you and why do you read this stuff? Where are you? Is there anything you want to know about within reason? As an ex-teacher, I thrive on feed back and waste away when I get buttkus. The worst classes I ever taught were college level entry to computers to adult students who were required to take the course by their employers. Many of them weren’t particularly thrilled with their job, let alone being told that after work, on their own time, they had to take a course. Exacerbating the problem was that it was Russian Roulette time finding enough computers in the computer lab that actually worked. The day students reveled in screwing up the computers. So there I was trying to get a group of unwilling, un-wanting, uncaring folks excited about technology. Talk about minimum feedback, wow, it was much harder than pulling teeth. I hated it, worse class, I ever taught, most likely for the students too.
Feedback, give me some, PLEASE. I don’t need names, but I sure would like to know what motivates your reading my blog. What would you like to see me write about. I am cognizant that your feedback may not be to my liking, tsk, that is the beauty of the blog, I can write what I want whether you like it or not. However, I would like to get some feedback, good, bad or indifferent, it will be enlightening.
So curiosity ruling, who are you and why do you read this stuff? Where are you? Is there anything you want to know about within reason? As an ex-teacher, I thrive on feed back and waste away when I get buttkus. The worst classes I ever taught were college level entry to computers to adult students who were required to take the course by their employers. Many of them weren’t particularly thrilled with their job, let alone being told that after work, on their own time, they had to take a course. Exacerbating the problem was that it was Russian Roulette time finding enough computers in the computer lab that actually worked. The day students reveled in screwing up the computers. So there I was trying to get a group of unwilling, un-wanting, uncaring folks excited about technology. Talk about minimum feedback, wow, it was much harder than pulling teeth. I hated it, worse class, I ever taught, most likely for the students too.
Feedback, give me some, PLEASE. I don’t need names, but I sure would like to know what motivates your reading my blog. What would you like to see me write about. I am cognizant that your feedback may not be to my liking, tsk, that is the beauty of the blog, I can write what I want whether you like it or not. However, I would like to get some feedback, good, bad or indifferent, it will be enlightening.
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