back in the saddle again

So here ' s the thing about going back to school when you really haven ' t been in the classroom for the past...oh, let ' s say 16 years. (I am lopping off the last two years of med school in this calculation, since that was really more clinical than didactic, and really more indentured servitude than clinical.)First of all, I can ' t remember the last time I ' ve had to sit still for as long as I was in class over the course of the last weekend. And I ' mold! Sitting still should be my default state at this point, and as I get older I expect I ' ll get increasingly horizontal until finally, I ' m dead. (Meanwhile, also because old: reminiscing/bitching about how the good old days were better than this all bullshit.)Second: I am trapped in amber. School is different now. I see it with my kids (Cal in particular has a particularly robust online curriculum in middle school, and he ' ll usually get all his homework assignments to complete and hand in online, or complete group projects via Google Hangout and the like), but I am a traditionalist. I don ' t like to consume didactic material on a screen. I need to read on paper. I need to write notes with a pen. I like touching things. Consuming information of a certain sort on line is like trying to eat after contracting cholera--it all just goes right through me. I don ' t know if it ' s simply a matter of preference or motor processing or what, but after a few half-hearted attempts at reading online, I just had to print out all m...
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