When I worked at La Vega High, our tutoring room was right next to the band hall. Sound insulation? Not so great. And for some reason, the tuba section liked to warm up with “Seven Nation Army.” So every morning at work, we’d get to kick things off with the incessant cadence of “bummmm bum-ba-bum bumm-bummm.”
(My co-workers loved it even less than I did.)
Anyway, here’s a notebook-paper tribute:
On a tangential note (not a pun), I’m now taking a class that is gonna make me even more technologically prolific. It’s a section on education in the classroom, and instead of learning spreadsheets and macros, our assignments are cool things like this:
Holler back. That’s my new Twitter account. (Read my posts carefully: they might get graded).
It’s weird. Sometimes, this stuff makes me feel like a Vaudevillian at the dawn of cinema. I mean, I love old-school mediums like pen-and-ink drawings, or reading library books. That’s how I”m used to communicating and being communicated with. But with Web 2.0 there’s now this whole new delivery system out there that so inclusive and meta-referential and collaborative…
(“he said on his blog”)
…anyway. Anticipatory and excited about scaling the learning curve.
Beware, future students. Mr. H is gonna wow you with whiteboard drawings and classroom tweets!
That is, if the freaking band would stop being so obnoxious…