The story of a very long week

Tuesday afternoon I found myself in yet another long staff meeting, being talked at by Dr Jared. This guy must breathe through his ears, as he just does not shut up, not even to take a moment of breath like normal humans do. After a rather long and busy, lunch-less day once again I was inundated with sciencey information on how the brain learns.

For most people concepts and skills learnt in one context can not be translated to another one due to the brain's habit of cataloging information in a specific way. Eat your heart out Dr Jared, I am not most people and your rule of thumb has no relevance in my operation.

By Friday afternoon me and the Year 11s laughed and cried together... from some very comical moments of questionable child (and teacher) safety to the sad sad story of Laika, we have managed to experience a whole palette of emotions within the 100 minutes set aside for the Cold War essay preparation. How is it that the sense of time is so relative; that often you live years within minutes and at times weeks or months go by so empty that you feel you have been stuck in the same age forever?

I guess what I am learning in skateboarding has a direct conceptual tale for the inner world I was given/co-creating... balance. My heart is learning the exact same concept as my knees and hips. What would Dr Jared think of this? Would he stop for a second to take a breath through his nose? Would I notice that breath so far away in Los Angeles delivered to me through thumb thick cables on the bottom of the ocean? 0.07 seconds as we learnt about it in Geography - that is how fast information travels from one continent to the other. 

"but I might"

is the most trustable encouragement I have ever come to think for myself...

I will keep at it