There is definitely a part of me (small though it may be) that misses teaching K-12. The evidence? I have become an unabashed Gleek. Those Warbler boys singing "Teenage Dream" makes me smile, I'll admit. Plus, our next door neighbor is Kate Perry's road manager (I'm still holding my breath to go to the Grammys). I also delight in the fact that they film this show minutes from where we live, in the heart of LA. Plus, they just keep surprising with...good messages, solid writing, and sweetly adorable teenagers that are still somewhat true-to-life. Boys kissing boys, acceptance of everyone and everything, embracing being an outcast and so-called loser. I feel true JOY at moments when I'm watching this 21-hour musical extravaganza. Hulu rules. Plus, Glee is teaching me to be an amazing living room dancer. I think that clubs should really invest in redecorating to include couches as centerpieces. The quality of dance would rise tremendously.
So, my champion days have taken a complete 180 from last year. I work remotely now, and use at least five technologies daily. Email, skype (have you ever experienced a virtual face-off?), WebEx, IM, text, phone(s) - the list goes on. I am an instructional designer, Moodle-crazed virtual facilitator, and loving it. Most universities have gone to the world of online instruction, and it's amazing to be at the forefront of the tide, for a change. Gone are the backward days with paper and pencil. In a paperless world, I grade and comment like I'm posting to a Facebook wall.
On another front, my novel is stuck in the middle, like all good novels should be (I hope). My antidote to this wall? Write another book! So, yes, I'm two pages into a new novel. My back can't really handle this sedentary lifestyle, so time to do some yoga moves, Synergetics, and gleek around a little more. Hope you still think I'm funny when I get the punch line wrong...
No regrets, just love. We'll be young forever.
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