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Jul. 23rd, 2008 06:07 pmToday I did teach.
It was the first day of the new class. The same students, but a new title and a new source of funding. I fuelled everyone's creative energy with oranges and hands. They wrote about both, ate the oranges and thought deeply about the hands. I'm really relieved that I got my teaching in the right order, because otherwise my students would have been polite and quiet and circumspect while they worried about my sanity.
At one stage I was asked why these oranges looked ordinary but were sweet and juicy. Of course I ventured into the history of the orange (going back only a few hundred years, because I was being restrained) and the student in question made jokes about belly buttons. It could have been worse. We could have made jokes about seafaring ships.
Our word of the day was 'hype.'
And yes, when I got home, I slept some. I still feel fluish, but not quite as bad as this time yesterday. I'm hoping tomorrow I'll feel better still, but if I don't I shall make ginger tea and scare it away.
Extra note, unrelated to anything that has gone before:
If you can get to Canberra in mid August, check out this. I shall be making a giant vegetarian casserole. I shall also be over my virus. I have no idea if, however, I shall be over the Minicon. I expect I shall. Anyhow, two weekends in August of great SFish goodliness - one for everyone worldwide and one for locals who like food and might have an interest in dancing afterwards (or might not).
It was the first day of the new class. The same students, but a new title and a new source of funding. I fuelled everyone's creative energy with oranges and hands. They wrote about both, ate the oranges and thought deeply about the hands. I'm really relieved that I got my teaching in the right order, because otherwise my students would have been polite and quiet and circumspect while they worried about my sanity.
At one stage I was asked why these oranges looked ordinary but were sweet and juicy. Of course I ventured into the history of the orange (going back only a few hundred years, because I was being restrained) and the student in question made jokes about belly buttons. It could have been worse. We could have made jokes about seafaring ships.
Our word of the day was 'hype.'
And yes, when I got home, I slept some. I still feel fluish, but not quite as bad as this time yesterday. I'm hoping tomorrow I'll feel better still, but if I don't I shall make ginger tea and scare it away.
Extra note, unrelated to anything that has gone before:
If you can get to Canberra in mid August, check out this. I shall be making a giant vegetarian casserole. I shall also be over my virus. I have no idea if, however, I shall be over the Minicon. I expect I shall. Anyhow, two weekends in August of great SFish goodliness - one for everyone worldwide and one for locals who like food and might have an interest in dancing afterwards (or might not).