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Training/ Poolside wound
Jun. 14th, 2012 11:56 pmI went to a 2 day training. On day 1, I was so bored that I'm really amazed that I didn't blow up from frustration. Again, the presenter just tells about wonderful ideas with no clue about student demographics and make up in this area. What may work in one area, may not work in this area. Cheese belongs on pizza not in a classroom. Basically, the ideas were on group work, but the ideas were so corny and time consuming to develop. Very impractical, I think I only got 2 things that may be useful to my classes. That and the presenter treated us like kids. "Take notes on this, write that down," sort of thing. I'm almost thirty, and I found those directions condescending. I haven't been instructed to "write these notes" since high school.
Today was better. More hands on time = more ways to laugh and be creative. Then I went to lunch with Amanda, a history teacher and the history dept. chair. More laughs. I wish I could be that tight with the English chair.
I went to the pool after today's training but never got in the water. I tried picking up a metal lounge seat and moving it to a shady spot away from the other pool-goers. In the process, the chair swung out and sliced me on the skin where the Achilles tendon is. It didn't tear into the tendon, but it was a nasty cut. The cabana girls gave me paper towels and a bandage to soak up the blood, but the cut never clotted enough to go in the water. I fell asleep on the lounger that sliced me and woke up before closing time with a blood stained paper towel clutched in my fist. Now the cut is just a red clot, but it didn't quit bleeding and oozing this clear watery stuff into about 8:45 tonight.
Today was better. More hands on time = more ways to laugh and be creative. Then I went to lunch with Amanda, a history teacher and the history dept. chair. More laughs. I wish I could be that tight with the English chair.
I went to the pool after today's training but never got in the water. I tried picking up a metal lounge seat and moving it to a shady spot away from the other pool-goers. In the process, the chair swung out and sliced me on the skin where the Achilles tendon is. It didn't tear into the tendon, but it was a nasty cut. The cabana girls gave me paper towels and a bandage to soak up the blood, but the cut never clotted enough to go in the water. I fell asleep on the lounger that sliced me and woke up before closing time with a blood stained paper towel clutched in my fist. Now the cut is just a red clot, but it didn't quit bleeding and oozing this clear watery stuff into about 8:45 tonight.
