I took a walk this morning and felt the icy slash of north wind numb my fingers. Inexpensive gloves only work so well. I listened to the Bible on my headphones to fulfill my 2016 resolution of reading the Bible through. Listening helps me concentrate on the words and not gloss over them, and the benefit of being outdoors seeing the creation as I hear the words of my Creator elevates the soul and heart like no other.
I may actually miss interacting with my students over the holidays; however, do not breathe a word to those little stinkers. They need a break from a fire-eater like me every once in a while. Between you and me, I hope Papi has a good holiday, and I wonder if he will tell me anything about it or try to test the boundaries again.
He wanted to know if I maintained a Snapchat account. No, I do not, but I told him that if I were on a social media site, I would only accept friend requests and connections from students once they graduate high school. Friends’ children do not count, and they are few and far in between. If I have a professional teacher-student relationship, I really do not think I should be looking at their Instagram, Kik, Snapchat, Twitter, etc. accounts. My postings are safe for the whole family; however, they are not always public—by my choice. Lambasting one’s employer, publishing embarrassing photographs (like a horrible haircut!), and missteps of that ilk have no place in the forever realm of the Internet. I found this telling single panel cartoon that explains the world before advent of the Internet. I miss the days of a handwritten letter type of correspondence that bespoke a personal interest in the words written or doodles in the margins that make the reader laugh a bit too loudly.