A Fun Moment

Anybody who asks me, and several of those who didn't, about school will hear me reply, "This is so much fun", and it is. For a living, my entire job is to read something, write about it, and talk about it in class. If I can figure out how to do this for the rest of my life, I'd be happy.

Several times in two of my classes, I have replied to an instructor with what I thought was the correct answer to their question, only to hear sounds of shock from the teenage girls in the room. I've overheard them whisper to their friend, which happens to be the only time they talk in class, "Did he really just say that? OMG!?"

Well, today I had one of those moments, only this time it was an instructor. He asked me a specific question about one of the characters from a short story we had to read for class, and I gave him my honest answer. My explanation took less than sixty seconds and tied in elements from several parts of the story, plus comments made by the teacher from several of the previous classes, plus my own personal insight on the world. As I was speaking, my instructor kept backing up, slowly, until his butt made contact with his desk. He neither interrupted nor made a comment until I had finished. (I think perhaps he was trying to see where I was going with my analysis before jumping in.) When I finished, he paused for a few seconds, used both hands to run them through his hair, looked up at the ceiling for a moment, back to me, and said, and I quote, "Wow. Ok. Interesting." It is so much fun to make the instructors do that. He did not disagree or tell me I was wrong, so perhaps I got a gold star today.

5 Second Rule

When is it ok to observe the five second rule and when should it be ignored? Drop a donut on anything but poop, and the five second rule applies. Drop homemade bread, thick with margarine and grape jelly on anything but poop, and the five second rule applies. Drop anything on poop and the five second rule is forgotten and replaced by the "Yuck" rule. Seriously. Yuck.

But how does the five second rule apply to a public laundromat? I'm drying clothes now, and had the errant sock make its attempted escape in transit from the washer to the wheeled basket. As I retrieved them and placed them in the basket, I wondered about the five second rule. The floor here is fairly clean. Well, clean-ish. Will putting the sock into a dryer and setting the heat gauge to the highest temperature kill any stray germs which may have been picked up from the floor? Do we have to worry about the five second rule as it applies to socks? I mean, really, as gross as my socks get at the end of the day from my stinky feet, do a few patrons germs really matter all that much? Perhaps the five second rule applies only to food? If you dropped a baby on the floor, do you have to pick it up within five seconds, or just pick it up before your spouse comes back into the room? If they're in the bathroom, you may have ten or fifteen minutes, so you'd be ok there.

If you drop an unopened beer on the ground, the last thing you want to do is open it within five seconds. In fact, the longer you wait to open that sucker, the better.

A surreal two weeks

Life has its own way of jumping up and biting you in the ass every now and then. It did so last week when Dad died. It is moments like that which cause the world to turn slower on its axis. Not the planet itself, but rather the six inches of space surrounding us. You can see through your personal fog that the world is progressing on its merry way, oblivious to your situation, however you feel as though time is slowing down as things approach your physical presence. Not only the hard-cast physical things, but the air molecules themselves seem to change. I continued to breathe normal, in, out, repeat as necessary, but I seemed be to short of breath and light-headed. Does one's aura affect matter? Hmmm. If there is a guru out there who makes enough to pay for internet access, let him speak now, or just think of the answer.

So, here I am, in the library, studying for a quiz for tomorrow. I am reading the textbook on my Kindle and taking notes on my laptop. I know I didn't study much in the 1980's, when I tried to do this a few decades past, but this struck me as another in a long line of surreal moments. So much digital as I sit in the library with hundreds of thousands of books. Certainly not as surreal as last week, but it is its own moment.