That Was Then, This Is Now
As part of the aforementioned quick-write, I was asked to reflect on the manner in which I will prepare for these classes and take risks. Truth be told, a bulk of my preparation is centered around collective ownership of required texts which are stored in the male staff bathroom at the end of the C wing, down by the basketball courts (hereafter, "library"). Purchasing chimichangas at brunch, and meatball subs at lunch, allows me opportunities to visit the library and engage in further deep reading of the material at hand, while at the same time providing a corollary activity to the level of esteem I currently hold for the material I've been asked to read.
During my last tour of duty with SJSU, I think I definitely would have written this into the quick-write, at great length, and with increasingly pointed parallels made to the mental activities the authors engaged in and the biological activities that occur within the library. Last Wednesday, I did not do this. I lied. For three very bland paragraphs. And that shows professional and emotional growth. Let's all reflect on that.