5 Things
Know thyself and Nothing in
excess
(inscribed at the entrance to the Temple of Apollo at
Delphi)
Since I’ve now been ‘tagged’ with the 5 Things meme thing, in the spirit of
the first aphorism above I’ll share a bit about myself. I’m not a fan of chain letters
(or, in this case, chain blog posts?), but I confess that I have enjoyed
learning more about the personal lives of some of my favorite bloggers. So on
the off chance that some of my readers would like to know a bit more about me,
I’ll play along…
- In high school some of my buddies and I created the South Lakes High School Sleeping
Club. We had a motto: “We sleep around” (we even had buttons made!). On random
weekend nights we’d sleep on some unsuspecting girl’s lawn and, if we were
lucky, sometimes get invited in the next morning for breakfast. We thought we
were so cool…
shows and comic strips from my childhood: Looney
Tunes
, Speed Racer, The Muppet Show, Schoolhouse Rock!, Calvin and Hobbes, The Far Side, etc. I also
think Leave It to
Beaver
is one of the (unintentionally) funniest shows of all time.
professors during my first summer of doctoral
coursework
that I would be leaving class early to see the best third baseman
of all time get inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame and that
they would just have to figure out with me how I could satisfy the rest of my
course requirements. I think the conversation went something like this: “You
want to miss several weeks of your doctoral courses for WHAT?” “It’s a
once-in-a-lifetime event. I have to go now or miss it forever.” “Oh. Umm…
okay.” Kudos to them for helping me figure it out (’cause I was going no matter
what!). Definitely the highlight of my sports fandom.
parent letting loose in a completely unstructured environment. If you told my
former hallmates that I now had a law degree and a doctoral degree and was
teaching at a major research university, they’d laugh in your face. I later
posted that freshman year report card in my classroom to show my eighth-graders
that you can come back from adversity. Not sure any of them bought it (maybe if
I had been making millions instead of a first-year teacher salary…). [On a side note, that middle school’s mascot was the wapiti.]
think your kids (or grandkids) are, but actually mine are. Really.
now that I’ve shared, in the spirit of the second aphorism above I’ll cut off my part
of the chain here. Tag, no one’s it.
Happy New Year, everyone.
