Halloween Snot Monsters

Big day tomorrow: Practicum Orientation. We start our mini-teaching assignments in high schools starting next week for the month of November.

Seems fair: given eight weeks of 5-day training, they're letting us go out and pick up some practical experience. Then do it all over again (8 weeks + 4 weeks), and finish up with a month of some type of internship.

Tomorrow's when we dress up and try to give a good first impression.

Too bad I feel like I have several cotton wads permanently embedded in my sinus cavities. And a vice crushing my temples. And a massive knot of muscles running up my back and neck. And my nose...

I'll spare you the details.

But hey, Halloween's almost here, maybe I'll feel better by then. I'm certainly thinking of a few dress-up costume candidates for that...

Posting Problems

No, it's not just my lack of interest these days in finding things to write about. No, it's not because I've replaced my blog with an on-going project about my journey to become a teacher.

Well, maybe a little.

My apathy instead lies directly in the path of an oncoming technology train filled with Generation D, my displacements. I've felt it rattling for years and, while I'm slowly rolling about on the tracks, sometimes I stick my head up to gauge how far away the train looks.

It's funny: the train is neither coming closer nor travelling further away. It's just a looming threat. Couldn't I just jump on at the next station? How can I not deem that union as an engagement of minds, bodies and gadgets? Is this not an exciting time to be living -- truly Living?

It's days like these where I neither want to meet the train nor lose sight of it. So I am perpetually stuck in the middle.

Hmmm... Scratch that. I often feel like I'm left behind so maybe being stuck in the middle isn't all that bad. What are our real perceptions compared to our virtual ones anyway?