Two stories
Today I was listening to my iPod as I walked across campus (yes, I'm one of those obnoxious people who walk around with headphones in). When I got to my destination and took the headphones out, I heard the theme to the 1980s version of Knight Rider coming out of my backpack. At some point something must have jostled my phone and turned on the walkman, which plays through the speaker and always seems to default to that song. Which means that the whole time I was walking I had my own soundtrack blaring. And yes, the narrator was chronicling my "shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist." Awesome.
Yesterday was my big lecture on the Vietnam War. Just when I was finishing up the battle of Ap Bac and about to launch into the Gulf of Tonkin incident, the fire alarm went off, which completely threw off my rhythm. I decided to plow ahead with the lecture, though, when I saw no other classes leaving the building. And I figured that it would be fitting to discuss the war in the basement of a burning building. But then a student asked a question about the Democratic Convention of 1968, so I clicked forward in my PowerPoint to that slide, but I forgot to go back afterward, so my students didn't get to hear my assuredly brilliant analysis of the origins of the antiwar movement. Something nagged at me through the rest of the lecture, which threw off my rhythm even more, but I didn't realize what that was until after class. So I guess I'll be doing a bit of a review at the beginning of the next lecture to fill that rather sizable gap. Not so awesome.
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Yesterday was my big lecture on the Vietnam War. Just when I was finishing up the battle of Ap Bac and about to launch into the Gulf of Tonkin incident, the fire alarm went off, which completely threw off my rhythm. I decided to plow ahead with the lecture, though, when I saw no other classes leaving the building. And I figured that it would be fitting to discuss the war in the basement of a burning building. But then a student asked a question about the Democratic Convention of 1968, so I clicked forward in my PowerPoint to that slide, but I forgot to go back afterward, so my students didn't get to hear my assuredly brilliant analysis of the origins of the antiwar movement. Something nagged at me through the rest of the lecture, which threw off my rhythm even more, but I didn't realize what that was until after class. So I guess I'll be doing a bit of a review at the beginning of the next lecture to fill that rather sizable gap. Not so awesome.
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