I am moving slow this morning. It seemed like the alarm went off five minutes after my head hit the pillow. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I backed out of the driveway, I saw a sliver of crescent moon, and the morning star frozen above in the inky night sky. Minnesota winters may be inhospitable at times, but on clear cold mornings like this it truly is breathtakingly beautiful.
Driving to work was a struggle, and even now 30 minutes and 2 cups of coffee later, I still feel half asleep. I’m afraid it’s going to be one of those days. A good day to sit in the window and sip hot coffee, and let my thoughts flit about like Chickadees on the branches of the barren trees.
Class last night went well, even though I felt a little rusty. The first night is always the hardest as I get to know the cohort, and try to figure out their learning style. It’s a small group this time around. Just six students and me, in the voluminous classroom. I feel like taking them to a Starbucks, and holding class there, but I don’t think the Barista would appreciate the PowerPoint slides, and videos.
Thankfully they are six engaged, and eager students, from a wide variety of cultural backgrounds. Two of my students are Somali immigrants, which adds a whole new perspective to the global issues we are covering. I can tell I am going to learn a lot this time through, probably more than the students will. Teaching adult learners is so energizing, and fun. They bring such experience to the class, and are so dedicated and eager to dive into the topics. I really do hope to someday turn this into the day job, and leave the soul sucking corporate world far behind me. Until that time though, I will have to be content with these night classes to feed my passion.
So forgive my yawning this morning interwebz. It’s not you, it’s me. Hope you are all having a peaceful morning wherever you may be. I promise to have something good for you to read tomorrow. Until then, can I get you a cup of coffee?