So I went to this other website/blog on WordPress and rediscovered my own blog

I’ve been fixin to look up my teaching blog again and to start writing something, anything since I keep forgetting to cancel (not sure I want to do this–stuff, if only a little bit, is archived here) and keep getting charged an annual fee. It’s good to have now that I need to really get going on this poster presentation for the ACMHE conference this weekend and I’m supposed to be working on that. And I do want to write about what I’m teaching this semester–wait–you’re teaching something other than First Year Writing? Okay, how I’m teaching it. Changes I’ve made, etc.  Oh, that’s kind of what the poster presentation is about.  Toodles. Would anyone under 65 know what toodles means? The worst thing about getting old is that all your vernacular expressions date you. You are literally of another time and maybe place. Can I use this as a space to rant about how woefully ignorant today’s students are? Better not. Because they know stuff I don’t know. They know different stuff and they are the future. Okay, my job is to help ensure that they have one. That’s how I see it. My teaching. Hello! Look up from Snapchat a minute and pay attention to what’s about to happen in the Supreme Court.  The thing is their ignorance has been cultivated. It’s been bought. I ramble. My specialty, and I’m not brilliant, so it’s not illuminating to others just myself, but, but, but, what was I going to say? People are more important than things. That’s what my mother used to tell me before she even became a Buddhist.  I think that’s what I’m trying to get across with every lesson, every assignment, hopefully every word I utter in class.