I can't stop thinking about book #17.
- I spend too much time on the computer.
- I don't even have complete thoughts anymore.
- I think in bullet points.
- When I'm on the computer, it's not like I'm actually doing anything.
- When I'm on the computer, I hop all over the place. (I even interrupted the writing of this post to look up the transcript of the Treaty of Hidalgo.)
- Anyhoo, a colleague asked to borrow the book and I happily lent it to him. Unfortunately, he also brought me a book (I do not borrow books, and I especially dislike when people loan me books I didn't even ask for...but that's for another post.)
- Now I'm reading A First Dictionary of Cultural Literacy. (Please note: the link is not to the same edition I'm reading, but you get the picture.)
So I am obsessed with all the knowledge I don't know. I'm beginning to wonder if the sole purpose of my education was just to tease me. "Look! All this stuff you won't remember!" or "Hey, sure you know this, but what about this? And this? Oh, don't forget that!" The more I read, the more I realize I don't know and the more obsessed I become with "catching up."
I just farted around so much in high school. And now I see my students farting around and I just want to slap them...which I'm sure my teachers wanted to do to me. But I think there's a difference. I farted around because I didn't want to be bothered 'cause I preferred to read; granted, books of my own choosing but still. For the most part I read the books my English teachers assigned. I didn't necessarily do all the assignments nor did I pay close attention to the discussions, but at least I can say I read most of the books (11th grade especially; I farted around the most in AP English.) My students don't want to be bothered because they prefer to do mindless crap. I wonder if 20 years from now they will realize what they don't know...or if they will even care that they are ignorant of so much.
