109: Hunting.

63: I'm better at enforcing some rules than others

Students aren’t allowed to bring their kids to class at the college, and there is good reason for the rule. Technically the Writing Center is included in that. 

But… kids who are happy to sit and look at books or draw and not bother anyone else working nearby? Dads that are clearly working against deadlines and still managing to happily interact with their kid while they work? Little kids seeing their parents still learning? And tiny, tiny people who are excited about writing and comfortable and at home at this college?

I have a real soft spot for all those things.

22: afternoon at work

17: small, important details

These are the sorts of details that always make me happy to work were I do.

Why doesn't everywhere invite elders to park right next to the entrances and reserve them spaces?

6: Winter Quarter, Day One

Before 8:00am this morning I discovered my print jobs had decided they would disappear somewhere in the wireless space they needed to travel between my computer and the printer, my copy code no longer worked to make regular copies on the copy machine, my class website locked me out & revoked all my editing/ uploading permissions, and someone removed the computer connection cable from the room I was teaching in so I couldn’t project anything onto the fancy projection screen mounted on the wall.

I found this to be a very impressive number of technology communication fails for so early in the morning.  

18: Idle No More

Idle No More March & Round Dance, Salish Kootenai College

328: another morning

Back to work again this morning.

Weekends are never long enough, especially those holiday weekends.

315: at work

People hard at work in the Writing Center. . . in a warped, wide-angle sort of way.

I get to work in the other room (the room that composes the other half of the Writing Center) though I'm still thinking I need to build myself a cubicle so I am so bored I have nothing else to do but work. . . rather than talking with everyone who comes in, or walks by, or calls. . .

265: Back to School

One of the pieces of this weeks back to school orientation activities for students at SKC this week was an BBQ lunch with Tribal Waves for entertainment as people ate an visited. Our tribal chief of police is a part of the group--apparently this is the sort of thing he does when he's not working.

69: supplies

I spent all afternoon shopping for the writing Center: 36 pounds of coffee,  hundreds and hundreds of cup-o-noodles, all sorts of cool writing supplies.

Fuel for writing for another quarter.

60: climbing out of the cave. . .

Today we celebrated Leap Day with a little Plato:

“At first, when any one of them is liberated and compelled suddenly to stand up and turn his neck around and walk and look towards the light, he will suffer sharp pains, the glare will distress him . . .

Though, the business of us who are the founders of the State will be to compel the best minds to attain that knowledge which we have already shown to be the greatest of all– they must continue to ascend until they arrive at the good . . ."