What (re-)introduction can I provide that tops Dr. Frankenstein's? None that I can think of.
I truly feel alive, again, after a school year that really did a number on me. I survived, even thrived by some measures, but the last thing I wanted to do at any point was rehash it in writing. But spring semester has ended, and I find myself jovial enough to reconnect with you all, on this the 7-month anniversary of my most recent post.
I scrolled backwards in my calendar and thought "wow, that stuff happened...yesterday, it seems like". It has been an eventful ~210 days. In very rough order:
* I became the official bunny volunteer at the animal shelter.
* I joined a community handbell choir. The average musicianship is quite high because it contains so many ringers somehow associated with IU's Jacobs School of Music.
* I have become a dedicated fan of the Pittsburgh Penguins. They play hockey well, and seem like nice enough people off the ice. I am decidedly not a dedicated fan of the Chicago Blackhawks. They play hockey well, but do not seem like nice enough people off the ice. A Pens-Stars Stanley Cup Finals series would suit me just fine.
* A follow-on from that: I am learning to play hockey. The next oldest student in my hockey class isn't in double digits for age yet. At the beginning, I was twice as tall, but had half the skills. However I have the advantage that I have already learned how to do complex skills with my body, and thus am just layering these new skills on top of a strong kinesthetic sense. It's a disadvantage to be learning to stand both on the ice and off the ice at the same time.
* I joined a biomechanics study that requires me to wear a FitBit for an entire year :/
* I fostered another rabbit, this one a beautiful whiskey red colored Belgian Hare, named Rosalee.
* I broke my foot (stress fracture that felt unlike any other stress fracture I have ever had) on New Years Day. Thanks to extraordinarily generic medical care, I was in and out of boot three times with multiple re-injuries until the second week of April. I had originally been offered a recovery time of 4-6 weeks. A full 18 weeks later, I am finally running 1.5 miles at a time.
* This spring semester I taught a 3 credit-hour lecture class to 221 undergraduates, while the regular professor was on sabbatical. My sole assistant/co-conspirator was my grader, an undergraduate who took the class last semester. Many many times I would look around and think "they're just going to like....let me do this. Isn't anyone going to check up on me? Hmmm, guess not." I will never fear speaking to groups of people ever again.
* This spring semester I completed a 10-hours-per-week clinical practicum at a local high school. Next year my clinical internship at the same site counts 20-hours-per-week.
* This spring semester I took 9 credit hours of classes that I didn't teach.
* This spring semester I taught triathlon swim lessons at the University's recreational swimming facility.
* To facilitate learning hockey, this spring semester I got a job at a skate guard (you skate during open skate to make sure the Rink Rats don't bother the nicer and less-skating-abled patrons) at the local rink. My first minimum wage job since the summer of 2000!
* I'm sure there is more...oh yeah, I taught weight lifting at 8 am every morning. I may have spent nearly the entire spring semester in a boot, but I was not out of shape by any definition.
A good portion of that ended last week. Tomorrow I start summer classes. Because of the devolving situation in Turkey, July will most likely be spent in Israel. Mom and I intend to revive the "Best of the West" tag in August before fall classes start.
WARNING: For the next couple of weeks I am going to be posting about last summer's trip to Africa. I need to get those posts and pictures secured somewhere that isn't my head.