The weather has finally once and for all agreed with the calender and yesterday was one of those picture perfect oil-painting kind of days
I teach two days a week, so I only get a snapshot of campus life at the community college. Yesterday was one of those snapshots.
As I sat in the parking lot chatting with the long-suffering wife (we speak on the phone every day she is at work. At noon. It’s just a basic check-in type of call. I cherish it) I will admit my attention was somewhat derailed by the young colts romping on the lawn in front of the Advanced Technology Center, which is where I teach.
The Advanced Technology Center (ATC) is none of those things. It may have been advanced at one time. At this moment in time I really don’t know how you could truly be “Advanced” in technology. The speed at which things change in all technological fields is moving at such a blur that it takes a full time effort just to keep even, never mind advanced. Possibly if we had a particle accelerator. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
The ATC is not a center in any way shape or form either. It is certainly not the center of the campus, in fact it’s stuck in a far corner. And it’s not the center of Business and Computers, that’s in a building a brisk walk away.
I am not meaning to be critical here. I love teaching at L.C.C.C. I am sure the same sort of technology gap is at all institutions of higher learning.
Back to the young colts.
A pleasing few moments. They were gamboling and running back and forth.
Back-flips, cart-wheels. Frisbee throwing.
Blond manes in the breeze. Short shorts. A little more material would have made a fine belt for me.
I would have made a record with the smart phone but I didn’t want my reputation as a dirty old man on campus ( I am NOT dirty) enhanced so I kept my device in my pants.
I canceled all my classes. Barely half my students showed in any case.
I suggested to the ones who did that the day would be better spent:
It’s one of those days for takin’ a walk outside
I’m blowin’ the day to take a walk in the sun
And fall on my face on somebody’s new mowed lawn.
They liked that idea.
So did I.
The Rant D’Jour is about technology on the run. It may even give you the runs.
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