I have completed the first week of my new classes and the first word that I could use to describe it would be exhausted.
My second week, however, is already looking pretty relaxed because many classes are being postponed at CDI. The middle school students have their school exam period for their daytime academies, so their parents keep them home in order to study.
Though I still have two full days off of work and two half-days, I already miss my old schedule, when I had Fridays and Saturdays off. I guess this is just something that I will have to get used to. Fortunately, in lieu of new classes and new stress in our lives, a saving grace has arrived at the best of timing… Guitar Hero III.
Friends, family – I have never really been a video game kind of person. Indeed, I once stayed up an entire night trying to beat “Super Mario Bros.” when I was younger, but today’s games don’t intrigue me. I even recall playing Guitar Hero once at Mike, Joe, and Luke’s house last year; I remember being unimpressed but probably only because I was tricked into it and me and Joe may have had plans that night anyway. But alas, Greg asked his parents if they would send him his guitars for the game and now we are all hooked.
The controllers for the game are actual guitars but without strings and so forth. There are tabs where the strings would be and a whammy bar to complete the sound. I think the reason why I love the game so much is because I love rock music so much: Guitar Hero III has the Strokes, Rage Against the Machine, Smashing Pumpkins, etc. There have been more than a few nights when I have gone over to wait my turn with the with the rest of the instructors, itching to play – sometimes our group preps their lesson plans as they wait.
But I digress. My first week’s classes went better than expected. I went from being super nervous to calm as a cucumber. The two classes that I was really sweating was Report and Essay Writing (REW) and my Masters Literature class. Both of these classes have structures that are entirely new to me and the latter, well, doesn’t really have a structure. So it is up to the individual teaching to lay out how the class schedule should go. So my Masters class was on Saturday and I was expecting to walk into a room filled with a dozen or so brilliant, young minds who were probably going to either question to debate everything that I said. I waited in the classroom before 6:00, when the class was slated to begin. At 6:05 P.M., I got a phone call. It was another instructor who is also teaching the same literature class (we are the only two teaching it). She had some questions about preparing and I didn’t have any students yet! As I paced up and down the hall on my cell phone, I wondered where the dozen or so students would be and I saw one young man walking towards me. “Hey, I gotta go. I think this one is one of my students.”
John ended up being the only student in my literature class. The rest of my class was home studying for their exams, but John was eager to read and chat. My anxiety dissipated instantly after realizing that for three hours, me and John would be hanging out reading Woman Warrior. Even better, he is a fan of literature so he’s taken many Masters classes at CDI already. So I didn’t have to really run through the rules of the class or explain the homework; he already knew the ropes.
On the home front, Dad sent me a goody package! Though I miss family and friends very dearly, I’ve also craved a lot of food from home: Skyline chili, Mexican food, Italian food, etc. So Dad’s package was bursting with goodies:
More updates later!