Doctor Rex

Today while I was shaving, I was thinking about how I want to become a professor. Earlier in the day I was discussing with my dad the various types of teachers and how many are terrible and few are incredible.

I want to be an incredible professor.

From my research (being a student), I have gathered a few points that will help me to focus on key issues in my career. Here are a few:

- Don't just transfer knowledge. Anyone can read a book, but not everyone can feel a passion for a subject they never knew they could love. Make the students feel your love for the subject.

- Don't teach something you don't know. If you aren't sure, say so. There's nothing worse than a teacher who thinks he knows everything and is unwilling to admit mistakes.

- Rely on class participation and discussion to further the learning process. I remember so little of what I learned from class because I never had to apply the knowledge or repeat it to anyone else.

- Follow your own rules. If you say no chewing gum, that means you too. If the dress code is enforced for students where you work, follow it yourself. Students respect teachers that adhere to the same guidelines.

- Don't make someone feel stupid for not knowing something. Help them find a desire to learn and use positive reenforcement (grades) to make them see improvement.

and finally,

- Give A's and 100%'s. Nobody likes a class where "nobody gets an A."

If there are any more things you've taken from your educational experience, share them with me. These are all from my schooling, so if you wonder why I wrote a point, ask me. I'd love to tell you.

Like Molasses

"Like Molasses" is how I describe my emotional reaction time to momentous occasions.

For example, when I was about to enter the MTC and not see my family again for 2 years, I basically rushed off as they all cried their little eyes out. And to be honest the emotions didn't catch up with me as harshly as with other elders, but eventually I felt the strain of missing my family and my country and good food.

I have lived through several life-altering events that would normally induce tears, but in me registered nothing for days or even months.

Am I a zombie?

I don't think so. As far as I know, I don't eat brain.

There's something inside of me that dearly wants to know why I am so emotionally unaffected by things for long periods of time. I would love an explanation. From someone else. Introspection just isn't cutting it.

I'm getting married this Saturday and I think despite my mocking his attitude, I have a bit of whatever my friend Tyler is suffering from. He's getting married soon too and said, "I don't really think my life will change all that much."

Look, I know my life is going to change dramatically (for the better, definitely) but shouldn't I be way more nervous or scared or at least preoccupied? Maybe I get it from my mom. She's not a big worrier.

Anyway, I'm not saying this is a curse. I kind of like not being nervous about big life changes. I can't wait to be Molly's husband and to move into our new apartment and meet the challenges of life together. It just makes me feel like the whole weight of the thing has not hit me. As though there's a giant dumbbell about to fall on me when it's already fallen on everyone else.

I'll let you know when it hits. For now it's all picnics and roses : )

Dedicated to You

This is the second post I've made in frustration regarding the stupid people who leave comments in Chinese on my blog.

WHY ARE YOU TORMENTING ME?!?!

LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!

If you see one of those comments, don't click on it. It's a link to bad sites. I can't figure out why Asian sites would spam my blog. Does my blog suck that badly? Seriously? I guess I'll have to take Molly's suggestion and turn the blog private so they can't comment. It's getting to me.

Evil Chinese comments...

Michael Scofield Will Never Die

In light of the fact that so many people commented so quickly on my last blog post, I figured I would test the water again (despite the fact that I was about to go to bed at a reasonable hour).

I recently finished watching the "Prison Break" series thanks to my Netflix account and an inability to prioritize properly. To say the least, I thoroughly enjoyed every episode. The acting was top notch and the plot lines, though outlandish, were well constructed. Having now spent with these characters however many hours it takes to watch 4 seasons of this show, I feel like I've lost friends. That brings me to my main topic:

- I have acquired the misfortune of creating what feel like very strong emotional ties to fictional characters.

It's a recent development. I didn't really care so much about anyone in movies or television, or even books before. But now, I can't seem to stop identifying with them to the point where I'm blurring the lines between my life and theirs. When I watched episodes of Prison Break, I literally felt like I was part of the crew trying to escape or seek revenge, etc.

Some say this is a result of a combination of talented writing and good acting. I have seen both before, and only now am I feeling so connected.

It's not just this show either. Let me elaborate. Just this past week I finished reading "Of Mice and Men" with two students at work. I read the final three pages aloud to them as they tried to understand what was going on. As Lennie asked George to tell him about the rabbits and George pulled the Luger from his pocket, my voice began to crack. I could hardly control my emotions. Tears were forming in my eyes and I had to take deep breaths so as to continue without sobbing. Luckily the students were completely oblivious to this. But do you see what I mean? Some switch somewhere in the "logical sympathy" portion of my brain has been switched to OFF, or someone has forgotten to install a surge protector on my emotions. I don't know what's going on but it's not normal.

Maybe someone can explain this to me. Have you had a similar experience? Are you now less likely to talk to me because you have finally confirmed the fact that I am totally nuts? Comment either way. I need answers, people.

A Rather Timely Post

Today I was entering something into the calendar on my phone and I was reminded of a conundrum that I encountered as a youth. Allow me to explain:

11:59 a.m. is just before noon. But noon is 12 p.m.

11:59 p.m. is just before midnight. But midnight is 12 a.m.

On a number line, the first whole number is 1. Not 12.

Am I crazy or should we have just said noon is 12 a.m. and midnight is 12 p.m.?

Who came up with that?

If I created time, we would just start the am/pm switch with 1 o'clock.

I totally remember struggling with this concept when I was a kid, and I guess I just gave up on the search for understanding. Can someone help me? Can you explain any rationale for the am/pm debacle?

If you didn't enjoy this post I hope you at least enjoyed the terribly corny title.

Twilight Advertising Sparks Controversy in Gay Community

The California Supreme Court is due to hand down their decision on a landmark case today. In the wake of advertisements for the latest addition to the Twilight saga, Frank and Steve Murphy have filed suit against several companies citing sexual discrimination.

The couple claims that anyone who aired commercials or printed advertisements based on the concept of "Team Edward or Team Jacob" has ignored the gay community's right to representation. They say that businesses should have included an option of "Team Edward or Team Bella" with the idea that one of the two should end up with Jacob.

Frank Murphy told the New York Times, "Jacob is the hottest of the three characters, so we shouldn't have to decide between him and Edward. Beyond the obvious physical reasons, this really boils down to allowing everyone an equal voice in the community."

Various gay rights groups have come to the legal aid of the Murphy's. The American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) offered their top lawyers including former OJ Simpson case lawyer Robert Shapiro. In a statement released Thursday, Shapiro said it was "time to send advertisers a message about equal rights." Just how well that message has been received may be determined as the court announces its decision.

Shakespeare in the...Middle of the South?

This Friday Molly and I went on a very fun date. First we got amazing sandwiches, drinks, and brownies from Whole Foods. We drove to Woodward Park and ate them, then we went to the outdoor stage where Shakespeare in the Park was doing a production of the Merchant of Venice (one of my favorites).

Before I describe the play, let me hit you with the pre-show.

Three words: Fat Belly Dancers

I could not handle how gross it was. I don't have a problem with people being overweight since I have been my entire life. However, I do not take off my shirt (or for these women, wear slightly more than a bra) and jiggle around my midsection. I wanted to puke, and I had just eaten a huge sandwich and brownie.

And so I extend a hearty NO THANK YOU to these women who clearly took a "How to Feel Good About Your Body" class before getting on stage. Nobody without that kind of advanced emotional security training could handle that.

There are all kinds of things I could say about the play, and overall it was a great time and fun to see, but my post title has a reason and it is this: As dusk turned to night and the lights came on, the bugs came out. I felt less and less like I was sitting in a park in Fresno and more and more like I was in a swamp in Alabama.

Also, I read this play somewhere near eight months ago and could vaguely remember things about it, but Shakespeare's language is just not easy to enjoy if you don't know what's going on already. The guy in front of us was reading along, and I'm not even sure that helped because he abandoned his efforts about a quarter of the way through.

So let these lessons be learned from our experience:

- Free plays are great

- Dinner at a park can be a fun way to change up your dates

- Fat belly dancers will make you wish you hadn't just eaten

- Always read a summary of the plot of any Shakespearean play before you go see it

- Bring lots of bug spray for Shakespeare in the Park

Clearly our evening was eventful and we can look back on it and laugh. Next time you're trying to think of something to do for fun, reach outside of the norm. Don't just do dinner and a movie. We try to keep it fresh, and so should you! Good luck if you find yourself with belly dancers.