So, in a stunning turn of events, I don’t have a job for the summer. After picking up my laptop, going through a day of orientation, getting all the equipment necessary, I received a call last Wednesday morning informing me that not enough students signed up for summer school. I was told that I might still have a job either at a face-to-face summer school or doing curriculum development. I should get a phone call. Well, summer school started today, so I guess I’m not doing that. I haven’t gotten a phone call or an e-mail. Just like that, my pay raise turns into a pay cut for next year.
What will I do? Well, I do have a part-time (10 hours per week) job. Other than that, it’s been a lot of gym, pool, sleep, read, tv, repeat. At some point during the summer, probably closer to August, I’ll start going through the new textbook I’m using next year and make power point notes, worksheets, etc. But school seems so far away that I can’t bring myself to do it now. I mean, if I got it all done in July, what would I do in August??
On a personal side note, for some strange reason, grammar (especially syntax) errors in text just get to me. I find them hilarious. I can’t stop laughing when I read them. “Children who laugh rarely are shy.” Is it that children who laugh are generally not shy or is it children who almost never laugh are shy?
Now, I’m reading The Age of Spiritual Machines by Ray Kurzweil. Awesome book if you are at all interested in artificial intelligence or future technology. In one section he was discussing computer recognition of language. One of the first computer programs designed to parse sentences had trouble with the sentence “Time flies like an arrow.” The computer gave these possible meanings to the sentence:
1. that time passes as quickly as an arrow passes;
2. or maybe it is a command telling us to time the flies the same way that an arrow times flies; that is, “Time flies like an arrow would”;
3. or it could be a command telling us to time only those flies that are similar to arrows; that is, “Time flies that are like an arrow”;
4. or perhaps it means that a type of flies known as time flies have a fondness for arrows: “Time-flies like (that is, cherish) an arrow.”
I couldn’t stop laughing at the pool. Haha get it! Another one! No, I wasn’t laughing at the pool, I was laughing while at the pool.
Music: “Jessie’s Girl” by Rick Springfield on Working Class Dog