I’m the world’s worst student. That may be surprising, since I spent the last nine years as a technical instructor; but I can’t sit still for multiple hours listening to someone else talk. Inevitably, I fall asleep.
Maybe my surroundings this week will make a difference. I am attending a class at my former place of employment. I taught here for seven years, and now I’m the student.
But the fact that I am making this entry from a kiosk rather than from a classroom computer is not a good sign.
Please send caffeine.
