Rallied enough from the Deathplague today to actually do a bit of Work-At-Home for the Space Place. So I've been driving myself nuts over this lesson I'm supposed to be designing, because I never actually have been trained on designing lessons.* Finally I sent it off, and today I looked over the feedback and the attachments our Presenter Wrangler sent back, and one of the attachments was a ready-made, far better, actually fun-sounding version of the lesson I was struggling to create myself.
... Why don't we just use THAT?
I will have to ask the wrangler tomorrow. Or possibly next week. I still have the Deathplague, after all. It would be irresponsible to share it with everyone else.
*To the point where I convinced our Presenter Wrangler to give us presenters a lesson about How To Create Lessons. All I ever think of with Fun Activities is bullshit like that one time in third grade that a guy was making some point or other about communication and did so by having us kids give him instructions on How To Make A Peanut Butter Sandwich, wherein he would HILARIOUSLY MISUNDERSTAND said instructions and wind up with peanut butter and jelly smeared all over his face or something. I freaking HATED lessons like that. So I was hoping to get an idea of how to make better lessons than THAT, and showed up optimistically to the Lesson Lesson--
--to discover jars of peanut butter and jelly and bread and utensils waiting in the meeting room. Our wrangler was using THE FUCKING PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH COMMUNICATION EXERCISE as the basis for his lesson on making better lessons.
I may have cried a little.
(I want to point out that our Wrangler is great, and his tireless efforts to pound education concepts into my head must not go unappreciated. How was he to know that the Peanut Butter Sandwich Lesson was such a specific memory for me? Part of my work-at-home has been trying to figure out how to ask him to give me the very basic of basics on lesson plans. We WILL get this figured out.)
... Why don't we just use THAT?
I will have to ask the wrangler tomorrow. Or possibly next week. I still have the Deathplague, after all. It would be irresponsible to share it with everyone else.
*To the point where I convinced our Presenter Wrangler to give us presenters a lesson about How To Create Lessons. All I ever think of with Fun Activities is bullshit like that one time in third grade that a guy was making some point or other about communication and did so by having us kids give him instructions on How To Make A Peanut Butter Sandwich, wherein he would HILARIOUSLY MISUNDERSTAND said instructions and wind up with peanut butter and jelly smeared all over his face or something. I freaking HATED lessons like that. So I was hoping to get an idea of how to make better lessons than THAT, and showed up optimistically to the Lesson Lesson--
--to discover jars of peanut butter and jelly and bread and utensils waiting in the meeting room. Our wrangler was using THE FUCKING PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH COMMUNICATION EXERCISE as the basis for his lesson on making better lessons.
I may have cried a little.
(I want to point out that our Wrangler is great, and his tireless efforts to pound education concepts into my head must not go unappreciated. How was he to know that the Peanut Butter Sandwich Lesson was such a specific memory for me? Part of my work-at-home has been trying to figure out how to ask him to give me the very basic of basics on lesson plans. We WILL get this figured out.)