It is not yet noon and my brain is already fried. I open up my locker and stare into it, immobile. I know I have to do my assignments one at a time, but which of the three readings that are due tomorrow should I start with?
My professors are not entirely to blame for the intensity of my schedule: many of my time commitments have been self-imposed. I have never been so intellectually stimulated by formal education as I am here. I sat in my morning class and trembled with excitement while we discussed Rousseau's Emile.
The things that we discuss in class only touch the surface of what I want to know. One of our assignments is to design the ideal classroom. I draw diagram after diagram of desk placement, but I'm also interested in how lighting affects learning, whether or not it would be a good idea to give my students stress balls, if 11-year olds can and should meditate, and something called rocking chair therapy (which apparently can be helpful to persons with ADHD). One of my profs uses a rain stick to get our attention. I would like to use a tibetan singing bowl, but would it be loud enough?
I want to research alternative/experimental schools. I don't know if I can find the time. I am reading a book of Short Creative Nonfiction (called In Fact, it is selected submissions from the first ten years of the journal Creative Nonfiction.). I can really only seem to find time to read it while I'm eating. All my other time gets consumed.
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