This broken, beautiful mess I've made.
Viola, my beloved laptop, died this week.
The folks down at the computer ICU tried to save what files they could, but in the end could recover NOTHING from the harddrive.
This, if you will so kindly note, is the harddrive that ALL MY SCHOOL SHIT IS STORED ON.
The harddrive with all my reports, scans of my students' work, three years worth of papers, and MY ELECTRONIC PORTFOLIO. As in the portfolio I need to walk the stage for my BEd degree and get my teaching certification.
The harddrive that I was an idiot and failed to back up because I AM AN IDIOT. That's lesson plans, unit outlines, portfolio artifacts...everything, just GONE.
So now I'm left with my old, busted laptop Broccoli, the phone-number of a forensic computer expert, and the hope that he might (MIGHT) be able to do something.
I believe this is the sort of situation that the acronym FML was designed for.
The folks down at the computer ICU tried to save what files they could, but in the end could recover NOTHING from the harddrive.
This, if you will so kindly note, is the harddrive that ALL MY SCHOOL SHIT IS STORED ON.
The harddrive with all my reports, scans of my students' work, three years worth of papers, and MY ELECTRONIC PORTFOLIO. As in the portfolio I need to walk the stage for my BEd degree and get my teaching certification.
The harddrive that I was an idiot and failed to back up because I AM AN IDIOT. That's lesson plans, unit outlines, portfolio artifacts...everything, just GONE.
So now I'm left with my old, busted laptop Broccoli, the phone-number of a forensic computer expert, and the hope that he might (MIGHT) be able to do something.
I believe this is the sort of situation that the acronym FML was designed for.