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Nov. 30th, 2011 05:01 pmI used to know a story about walking between the raindrops. Today I tried walking between the rainstorms and failed miserably. I changed clothes and spent an hour huddled in bed and I still feel scratchy and out-of-sorts. I'm about to take pain killers and hot chocolate and tackle a review book or two. I've cancelled my evening out and will go to bed very early.
The moral of this is that if you fail to walk between rainstorms, you really should make sure that the one that catches you isn't a huge downpour that scoffs at your raincoat.
Teaching was good this morning (the storm was on the way home). Most of us were under the weather, for the weather has been something to be under, these last two days, so it was important we enjoy ourselves a bit more than usual. We enjoyed ourselves with word of the day ('fate' - which entailed a discussion of how Classical Latin and Vulgar Latin and then the Romance languages gave different variants of the one word to English and how many meanings a single word could therefore contain - this is one of our favourite discussions and we have it on a regular basis, following different words through their various manifestations and talking about the cultural events that brought them into English), with quantum physics (Heisenberg and how quantum and classical physics were made to talk to each other, which led to a discussion about who did matrices and differential equations in high school maths), with nonsense poems (I recited The Jabberwocky and a student knew The Owl and the Pussycat, so these were our model poems), we talked about last week's excursion and our effort at increasing our cultural knowledge was a retelling of Lanval. At the end of it, my students were happier and I was happier that they were happier and all was well until the rainstorm caught me. And now I need that hot chocolate.
The moral of this is that if you fail to walk between rainstorms, you really should make sure that the one that catches you isn't a huge downpour that scoffs at your raincoat.
Teaching was good this morning (the storm was on the way home). Most of us were under the weather, for the weather has been something to be under, these last two days, so it was important we enjoy ourselves a bit more than usual. We enjoyed ourselves with word of the day ('fate' - which entailed a discussion of how Classical Latin and Vulgar Latin and then the Romance languages gave different variants of the one word to English and how many meanings a single word could therefore contain - this is one of our favourite discussions and we have it on a regular basis, following different words through their various manifestations and talking about the cultural events that brought them into English), with quantum physics (Heisenberg and how quantum and classical physics were made to talk to each other, which led to a discussion about who did matrices and differential equations in high school maths), with nonsense poems (I recited The Jabberwocky and a student knew The Owl and the Pussycat, so these were our model poems), we talked about last week's excursion and our effort at increasing our cultural knowledge was a retelling of Lanval. At the end of it, my students were happier and I was happier that they were happier and all was well until the rainstorm caught me. And now I need that hot chocolate.