When the Student Becomes the Teacher #sol17

Today (yesterday, technically, but this will post after midnight) was the Day Without a Woman strike event, and since I’m on break, I decided to strike from obligation and running errands. I also chose to engage in radical self-care, which meant doing stuff for myself without thinking for one minute about anybody else. (This included staying off social media for my own sanity.) I had planned to go to a local event, but I had already given my daughter permission to use the car and then I fell asleep before my friend got back to me about giving me a ride (and it turned out I had the wrong number anyway).

This morning, I went to the gym, and the water aerobics instructor is getting over a cold, so her voice was pretty low and she said talking was kind of hard for her–especially the projecting she usually does to teach the class. So, since all of us were regulars, we all took turns describing each of the motions we were doing, using the terms and language she usually does. Sometimes we would also add in our own little tidbits (e.g., one woman shouting “Don’t be a wimp!” when we were doing triceps).

I look nothing like this while doing water aerobics (source)

The instructor said it was one of the best classes she ever had, and she was so glad we were there that day. She was especially pleased to know that we actually listened to her when she talked. She did say, though, that she was very happy she couldn’t hear what we were thinking during class given some of the ad libs we threw in.

Slice of Life is a writing challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers.
Slice of Life is a writing challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers.

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Catching up on one thing, at least: Monday reading

I didn’t post last week because, although I finished a book, I didn’t know what I was going to read next. Like, I honestly had no clue. My work schedule is so hectic (I’m teaching an overload, so six classes instead of my usual five) that my brain is mostly mush–not to mention I’m behind on everything. And by everything, I mean EVERY SINGLE THING. It is maddening. And unlike with my usual beginning of semester behind on everythingness, I’m not really seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.

As the kids say, it me. source)
As the kids say: it me. (source)

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E is for Exercise

Wait…what?

It’s true. I’m a fan of exercise.

 

get down and break a sweat (via giphy)
get down and break a sweat (via giphy)

 

One of the cruel truths of getting older is that almost every ailment can be cured–or at least improved–by changing your diet and exercising. I was having pretty bad stomach issues for a while, and the only thing that really helped was exercising. Whenever my stomach got upset, I would go to the pool (water aerobics, baby!) and when the class was over, I felt better. Every single time.

I mean, I hate Zumba, but course prep had me SO STRESSED OUT that I went to a Zumba class. And it helped.

So now that I think of exercise as a form of therapy, I am much more amenable to it.

So yeah. I’m a fan.

A to Z 2016

For the A to Z challenge, I’ll be blogging about fannish pursuits (aka things I’m a fan of or have strong feelings about). Tune in tomorrow to see what I picked for F!