I'm going to blog about the reunion before I blog about the high-tech high school drama. I have the HTHS-drama saved in draft form, I just can't for the life of me figure out how to end it neatly with a pretty bow.
Reunion = rockin' good time. Even the part where the large girl fell off of the stool in a race down the ramp near my classroom and thought she broke her arm.
The boys were awesome, and helped us do many twists and turns and nice things with this month's paper. We recorded several vignettes that Pi is going to post somewhere on the web where I can use them train future editors. I even knew how to do 75% of what they were teaching, but never seem to understand well enough to teach very well. Them sitting head to head with current editors is the real way it's supposed to be....generations training the generations, not one superpowerful adviser who has to do it all.
Epiphany #346. Thank you Steakboy, Pi and Jedi -- for being my mission-driven rocks.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Steakboy, Jedi and Pi Reunion
Laken left us in mid-year to go off into the big world and conquer it. I believe she will do just that. But she left us high and dry with no real life jacket in case of floods.
To put it simply, she did all the work for the cover first semester and didn't train our new editor-in-chief how to do it. She didn't come to deadline nights because she had a college class inconveniently scheduled for the same night, so she didn't share her brain with us. She did create a basic handout for inDesign that has served very useful, so I will give her huge props for that.
I love her, do not get me wrong. Love has nothing to do with it. This is about leaving a legacy....training others until you are not needed any longer. I have learned that it is not MY job any longer to do this; it is the students'. I used to obsess about not knowing how to do things like properly size a photo in Photoshop or how to create an illustration in Illustrator, but now I know these things. Sure, I still can't remember how to wrap text around an image in inDesign, but I have a plan.
This month, I have asked Steakboy, Jedi and Pi to attend deadline night. I have offered to pay gas and food from my own pocket. They can teach us a ton of cool stuff AND I can relax. I might film them, and I will laugh heartily. These boys trained Laken, but the legacy stopped with her and didn't move on. So, I have decided to go back to the source and have a reunion of the BRAINS so I can capture it for use into perpetuity.
Meanwhile I play trivia:
And sit on this the 9th or 10th snow day of the year, reminiscing about the old days. Five years is a long time, and learned much, have I. There is still a lot to learn, but I have made progress. I can maybe ride this year out -- if I survive the March release of Thresholds and Other Ruminations.
To put it simply, she did all the work for the cover first semester and didn't train our new editor-in-chief how to do it. She didn't come to deadline nights because she had a college class inconveniently scheduled for the same night, so she didn't share her brain with us. She did create a basic handout for inDesign that has served very useful, so I will give her huge props for that.
I love her, do not get me wrong. Love has nothing to do with it. This is about leaving a legacy....training others until you are not needed any longer. I have learned that it is not MY job any longer to do this; it is the students'. I used to obsess about not knowing how to do things like properly size a photo in Photoshop or how to create an illustration in Illustrator, but now I know these things. Sure, I still can't remember how to wrap text around an image in inDesign, but I have a plan.
This month, I have asked Steakboy, Jedi and Pi to attend deadline night. I have offered to pay gas and food from my own pocket. They can teach us a ton of cool stuff AND I can relax. I might film them, and I will laugh heartily. These boys trained Laken, but the legacy stopped with her and didn't move on. So, I have decided to go back to the source and have a reunion of the BRAINS so I can capture it for use into perpetuity.
Meanwhile I play trivia:
| Record streak: LivelyLibra of 60. Record time: LivelyLibra of 1.906. Record wpm: LivelyLibra of 60. Happycat gives LivelyLibra keg of beer for kicking everybodies asses! 10 questions! | ||
And sit on this the 9th or 10th snow day of the year, reminiscing about the old days. Five years is a long time, and learned much, have I. There is still a lot to learn, but I have made progress. I can maybe ride this year out -- if I survive the March release of Thresholds and Other Ruminations.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Sick for no reason.
Test results came back "normal."
Which means Son #2 has been sick for 2 1/2 months now for no apparent reason. No syndrome or ulcer or cancer found in the biopsies of his stomach, so we are back at square one.
Square fiber crackers that is. And thick fiber beverages and fiber everything; must total 20 to 25 grams a day. Couple that with some ulcer meds for prevention, and you've got a course of treatment for two weeks. After two weeks, he may start a mood stabilizer to help him deal with his chronic pain.
AND we are supposed to take him in to see a psychiatrist. So, my suspicions were mostly correct.
Now I gotta figure out how to get the little shit to actually talk to the shrink. He says he will walk out or just not talk. He is only 10...he's not supposed to have this much angst or this much anger or this much avoidance in him. Will somebody please tell him that?
Which means Son #2 has been sick for 2 1/2 months now for no apparent reason. No syndrome or ulcer or cancer found in the biopsies of his stomach, so we are back at square one.
Square fiber crackers that is. And thick fiber beverages and fiber everything; must total 20 to 25 grams a day. Couple that with some ulcer meds for prevention, and you've got a course of treatment for two weeks. After two weeks, he may start a mood stabilizer to help him deal with his chronic pain.
AND we are supposed to take him in to see a psychiatrist. So, my suspicions were mostly correct.
Now I gotta figure out how to get the little shit to actually talk to the shrink. He says he will walk out or just not talk. He is only 10...he's not supposed to have this much angst or this much anger or this much avoidance in him. Will somebody please tell him that?
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