Well lads, it’s been real. We’ve had some fun times in class and some self conscious times in class and lets not forget the day we twinkled, but we’ve learned some things too. I, personally, got pushed way beyond my comfort zone on more than one occasion but growth happened.
I remembered what perseverance in the face of technological difficulties felt like. I figured out a few important things about the way I want to run my own classes someday when I become a prof in my own right. I grew closer with my classmates if only because difficult times draw people together and having a common frustration can give a group of strangers a starting point for conversation.
Got to go to some amazing shows out at the Firkin Crane. Things that I certainly would not have gone to see otherwise. Got to collaborate with an architect, which was a really amazing concept but probably could’ve been explained a bit better to the architects. Got to do much more physical exercise than I ever thought would be involved in a creative writing course.
But it was fun. Overall, through the highs and lows and frustrations and midnight skype calls halfway around the world to have my mother talk me down from whatever tizzy I’d worked myself into, it was fun. It was an experience that I will likely never repeat, but that is not to say one I wouldn’t want to do again.
Like I said, someday I hope to be a PhD and have my own classroom full of baffled students to direct and this semester I learned a lot about the sorts of things I do and do not want to attempt in that classroom. So this was valuable.
Yeah, lets leave it there. Valuable.
Now go read the period post I made about the 4th, it was way better.