Teaching the teacher

No I didn't exact some form of cruel revenge on a teacher that once unfairly gave me a sour grade. Today I co-taught my second workshop through my new Webmaster job. Enrolled in the class were faculty interested in learning about a little system we lovingly call eCourse and how it can help them shove their classes into the 21st Century. My three co-teachers and I did a fine job handling the vast subject in the time allotted but that's not what was exciting about today's workshop. What got me excited is the fact that I was teaching a teacher I've had.

I've presented papers, given speeches before and, like I said, even taught another workshop just the day before. I was thrilled today to have the chance to turn a perspective in my mind around full-circle. I would never say that I'm professoral material but I did a decent job with the subject matter. I guess I didn't really have anything to prove to this particular professor rather I felt like I was giving information to an audience that wouldn't normally populate an audience I would teach. I'm always up for revealing new personal capabilities to other people and I suppose today I got to do so to someone I just never thought would get to see that side of me.

Today good. Tonight sucks! Now that's a bit extreme because I just finished a fun board game with my friends. Earlier tonight, however, I got a mother of a splinter wedged beneath the nail of the stupid finger of my left hand. And all I have to say is, "OW!" The small piece of plywood quickly thrust itself into its current position while I was tidying some magazines on a chest that we use as a coffee table downstairs. I've had no luck digging the stump out so I'll take a couple minutes to see if the folks at PLU's Health Services can't work their stump-removal magic.

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