Yesterday was “writing day” in self’s class at xxxx community college. Was nonplussed by the tension that self sensed in the room. A fire alarm went off somewhere, and self sensed half the students wanting to flee. But instead they kept their heads down and endured. Self, sitting at the front of the room, looking at the heads bent over papers, the shoulders hunched in attitudes of intense concentration, felt a kind of gratitude. If there is one quality self appreciates in a student, (because she feels it will get them through everything), it is courage.
This morning, early, before son and hubby are up, self is indulging by reading Poets & Writers. Since son came back, two days ago, there has been a new rhythm to her on-line explorations. For one thing, when son first tried to access self’s network, he found that he needed a password. And when self looked up the “password hint” (what with all the visits from ex-classmates, self’s mind has turned to jello), it said only “my favorite person.” And self immediately thought of son. So she tried at least a dozen variations of his name, even the silly ones from his baby-hood, like “Chi-chi” (deepest apologies, son). And nothing worked. Then, she tried variations of “Gracie”, who self knows is not a person but anyway is one of her favorites, but no go. Then, scraping the bottom of the barrel here, self tried variations of her own name: batchoy, batchi, chi-chi, taba, you name it. Still no go. So finally she called Apple Support, and they were closed. And of course yesterday morning she was in class, so son had to languish in the wasteland of not-being-online for hours and hours, until self got home. And finally self (after waiting on hold for 20 minutes) got to speak to someone, who had her re-load everything on her laptop. And finally she passed on the new password to son, who then said he was being prompted for a “key chain.” And self had no idea what that was. So, in extreme anguish, she had to surrender her own laptop to son (even though she is sure she was missing all sorts of important e-mail– NOT!). And she fell asleep last night with quite a cricked neck and woke up this morning feeling like she was 80 years old.
Now, perusing Poets & Writers, self would like to share with dear blog readers the two most interesting entries she read on p. 180. And these are, to wit:
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Best of luck, dear blog readers!