Tuesday, August 30, 2011
What do you mean I have to write on my first day back? About walking the halls?
Black ink titled my fresh notebook page with “Five things I noticed,” after taking a lap around the inner walls of Murphy this afternoon. “This isn’t too bad,” I thought, not realizing I should have brought my running shoes for the three consecutive laps I would take post-list.
Number one, sounds of different shoes walking. Two: Room 111’s sign changed, now displaying “Journalism/Mass Communications” on the door. Three, you must sign the equipment back into the lab. No exceptions. And so on.
Meanwhile, my syllabus is sitting on my green folder, and I wonder when we will read through that so I can get back outside and in the sunshine.
“It’s only the first day,” I thought. “There’s no way Professor Mackowski--I mean Chris--will have us write something today.” Funny; you’d think I’d know by now to always expect to write when I stroll into a JMC classroom.
I listened intently to my co-learners and Chris, enjoying their illustrations of different chip bags and the dirt on top of the vending machines, a detail that five-three me would have never noticed.
And there’s the hidden lesson for today—it’s good to hear other perspectives.
My brain chewed on the stale idea of “show, don’t tell,” but enjoyed the sound of the syllables in “specificity.” I had never heard that word before, but took a mental note to use it sometime soon.
When time quickly ran out to write our summaries, I could only think about the lack of proper transitions and conclusion. And where the heck I put my flash drive.
Revise this? But I don’t even know where to start. No offense, but I can’t pinpoint the rising action of today’s class. I do like the boots, but everyone else covered that. And I still can’t find my flash drive.
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What does it take to be invited into the gingerbread kitchen?
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