June 24th, 2015


Wednesday Hodgepodge: 24 June 2015

What, I'm actually completing a Wednesday Hodgepodge on a Wednesday?   Strike up the band ... :)

The Wednesday Hodgepodge is courtesy of From This Side of The Pond.

1. June 23rd is National Pink Day. What's your favorite something pink?

Not sure.   I'm not anti-pink, but I can't really say that I can pick something particular.   Jane has a lovely pink blouse that she'll wear with her professional attire that's mighty nice.

2. What did you enjoy most about gym class when you were in school? How about the least?

Mostly, I hated gym class, at all levels.   I've never been amazingly physically fit.   But part of that hatred comes from my "unique" academic history.

See, in first grade, my school district had identified that I was academically advanced.   But they were a small district that didn't have a whole lot they could do for me.   So the decision that was made was to allow me to move directly from first grade to third grade, so that I'd at least be with my academic peers.   (I was told, long after the fact, that the decision was debated for years afterwards.)

While it certainly kept me academically challenged, it also put me one year physically behind all of my peers.   Which meant that gym class, which was going to be a struggle anyways, was going to be even more of a struggle.

My favorite moment, though, was high-school gym class.   The gym teacher said at the beginning of the term that 2/3 of the class grade was based on participation, so that even the most inept student was guaranteed at least a B if they tried hard enough.   I tried my best, but in most individual-based metrics I sucked.   But then, during the last marking period, we played floor hockey.  And, by the grace of God, I was placed on a team that chose me as their goalie because they had absolutely no need for a goalie.   (I know.   I missed a couple days of class because of a choir field trip and they played their games with an empty net and still won.)   So, of course, I got an "A" in skills in that marking period ... and that was just enough to get me an "A" for the whole course.  

3. What memory is brought to mind by the smell of roses?

I don't have a specific memory tied to roses.   They're beautiful, and I love the smell, but I don't associate them with anything.

4. Do you prefer to read or write?

Probably write.   Even though I enjoy reading, it's hard for me to stop and read; it feels like I'm doing nothing.   Writing is far more active than reading --- or, at least, that's how it seems to me.

5. Sam Keen is quoted as saying, 'Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.' Would you agree? Is laziness ever respectable? How will you be lazy this summer?

I absolutely suck at rest.   I wish I knew better how to simply sit and do nothing, in order to rest and recover and rejuvinate.

I think that's one of the reasons I like business travel so much.   Sitting on an airplane with very little to do other than read or play games or take a nap is a luxury in my life these days.

This "summer" ... well, considering I start teaching just after July 4th, and will be teaching on overload through the end of December ... no, there won't be much laziness going on this summer.  (Sigh.)

6. The Florida Keys, Disney World, or a resort somewhere on the Gulf Coast...which Florida destination would you choose (and why) if the trip were today?

Jane & I honeymooned on Sanibel Island, on the Gulf Coast.   I'd love to go back.  (Though, as others have pointed out, June in Florida is really too hot for my taste ...).

7. What question do you hate to answer?

"Are you an only child?"   And thereby hangs another long story.

I grew up as the oldest of two children in our family.   My sister, Cindy, was a delightful girl, who grew into a delightful young woman.

And then, when I was a sophomore in college, Cindy woke up one morning, sat down to eat breakfast in preparation for another day of 10th grade, had a massive brain hemmorage, and was brain-dead moments later.   There was never any symptoms shown prior to the event; there was nothing anyone could have done.   She was here, and then a moment later she was in Glory.

So there's no easy answer to "Are you an only child?".   I didn't grow up as an only child; I grew up as an older brother.   But I have no living siblings now.

8.  Insert your own random thought here.

Already I find myself dreading the beginning of the term in July.   Not for the return to the classroom; I'm looking forward to that.   It's just going to be so phenomenally busy for the next six months.   I feel like I'll be living life in reactive mode rather than proactive mode ... and while I can do that pretty effectively, it's draining.