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This morning I woke to discover the furnace was broken. It was -35°C or so outside. Calls were made. I proceed to work from home. I teach online in my coat, boots, and hat. The students and I can see my breath as I lecture. We laugh...
This morning I woke to discover the furnace was broken. It was -35°C or so outside. Calls were made. I proceed to work from home. I teach online in my coat, boots, and hat. The students and I can see my breath as I lecture. We laugh...
...Repairman arrives during lesson. My roommate's cat does not like this. Cat transforms into a growling siren that won't turn off. I mute my webcam to intervene. Cat attacks man. Cat attacks me.
I need an old priest, and a young priest...
I need an old priest, and a young priest...
Cat refuses to stop being a meow-Hulk. I use a toy squirrel in defense. Despite my efforts, this affair becomes a rising crescendo of cuss words & hissing. I manage to get the cat into a room upstairs where I lock the door. It is a nice room with blankets. Don't at me, PETA...
I inform the cat she is grounded. She howls with rage from her blanket tower.
I return to my kitchen workspace (I do not have an office). Repairman & I laugh. We acknowledge the absurdity of it all. He continues to repair. I return to my computer.
Turns out I was not muted...
I return to my kitchen workspace (I do not have an office). Repairman & I laugh. We acknowledge the absurdity of it all. He continues to repair. I return to my computer.
Turns out I was not muted...
The chatbox has imploded with student commentary. Bets were made on who will win: teacher or cat. The students exclaim they can still hear cat roaring upstairs. I curse this house for its lack of sound proofing silently in my toque bearing head...
In mid apology for the disruption, my internet decides to be shit.
My webcam freezes leaving my students with a captured expression of mortification on my face, floating endlessly in cyberspace.
Lovely.
My webcam freezes leaving my students with a captured expression of mortification on my face, floating endlessly in cyberspace.
Lovely.
After too many lost minutes, internet comes to again. I am in mid-maniacal laughter, head buried in my hands. Visual aid: Jack Nicholson in 'The Shining'.
I continue my lesson. We conduct an experiment measuring our bpm from home.
My resting heart rate was higher than usual.
I continue my lesson. We conduct an experiment measuring our bpm from home.
My resting heart rate was higher than usual.
Afterwards my boss calls. We laugh & she reassures me I still have a job in the morning.
But there is a thought that leaves me in fear of the internet: Am I now unknowingly being circulated on video?
Anxiety fueled PSA: Don't Tiktok the teachers.
I am tired. So is the cat.
But there is a thought that leaves me in fear of the internet: Am I now unknowingly being circulated on video?
Anxiety fueled PSA: Don't Tiktok the teachers.
I am tired. So is the cat.
