InsaneJournal

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With as little as I know about Halo and various X-Box games, and only because they're the underlying reason that students have issues with homework whether or not they realize I can hear them talking about all-nighters and teammates in Sweden, and with as little as I know about World of Warcraft, whose "raids" cause my students to refrain from sleeping at home and therefore come into class hyper and wired off of Red Bull and everything else...I know that this is too bizarre to be something I can relate to. Even with the surge of End of the War movies, the mass production of death as a form of entertainment on various consoles, and with all the talks of dying bees throughout the world, there's nothing to relate what just happened to the world I knew and have spent many years in. Not a thing.

So here I find myself, still, in the university, though I seem to be confused for a different teacher. I teach Art History three days a week, not Art History, Renaissance Art, and special studies on Greek and Roman sculptors. Amusing, the artists back then, but not worth the hassle of making new tests to grade and trying to keep my own personal interest from their varied histories out of it. I've been doing this for too long not to subtly insert good or bad qualities against them.

Where have I found myself? I feel a right fool, using one of these silly machines in a last-ditch attempt to find out what has happened in the past few hours, but perhaps technology has a use or two.