I was a cynical kid. Evidence?
- My uncles sarcastically dubbed me "Smiley" as I sat at my Grandma's kitchen table writing my name over and over on many a Sunday afternoon to demonstrate how bored I was.
- I thought my Aunt June (arguably the nicest person on earth) was annoying because she was (get this) too nice.
- I prided myself on not crying at E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial when all my friends were sobbing as ET left Elliot forever.
As far back as I can remember, I was the family cynic.
And now, I'm writing a blogpost on happiness. "What the Fudge, Fel?" you may ask. Has the cynic in me turned rainbows and unicorns?
It is true: I shall now wax poetic on three reasons for my current happiness:
- A victorious moment for a student.
- A vivacious Thank You from a co-worker.
- Cake.
Allow me to explain:
1. A victorious moment for a student.
One of the lingering "to do's" the last couple weeks has been trying to help a student find a piece of software that might improve his learning experience at school. He has significant dexterity issues which prevent him from writing, and so his accommodation has been typing responses on his laptop. Sounds okay if you don't consider that while everyone else is writing directly on a handout/worksheet/study guide, he faces a blank screen instead of a detailed work space. It's hard for him to later make sense of his answers apart from the context of the original information, and the same goes for his teachers.
One of his teachers (an amazing human being btw who somehow finds time in her inconceivably busy day to care about and follow up on each of her students) came to me for a solution. After exploring what's currently available to him (a monster of a program which is anything but seamless and user friendly) and searching for a viable alternative, I finally found, demoed, purchased, installed and taught PDF Annotator to this enthusiastic young man.
2. A vivacious Thank You from a co-worker.
So I get this email from a co-worker yesterday telling me that the parents at Parent Teacher conferences were thrilled to know their had made collaborative websites for his class instead of the usual power points. He thanked me profusely for helping him with this unit and teaching web design to his classes and asked if there was an easy way groups could now comment on each others' websites. I stopped down by his room, taught him how to make a list page on his website linking and labeling all the student sites. When I left, he had learned another tech application and I had that crazy fulfilling "I made a difference" feeling once again.
So I get this email from a co-worker yesterday telling me that the parents at Parent Teacher conferences were thrilled to know their had made collaborative websites for his class instead of the usual power points. He thanked me profusely for helping him with this unit and teaching web design to his classes and asked if there was an easy way groups could now comment on each others' websites. I stopped down by his room, taught him how to make a list page on his website linking and labeling all the student sites. When I left, he had learned another tech application and I had that crazy fulfilling "I made a difference" feeling once again.
3. Cake.
One of my Geeks made me cake! Seriously! I believe it's been about ten years since I've had carrot cake (no particular reason - I love carrot cake. I just never make it and for some reason, it rarely finds its way me-ward). So when Adam asked me what my favorite cake was, I found myself saying "carrot." The next thing I realized, there was an "all Geeks text" inquiring whether we like raisins or not, and then: carrot cake appeared during Geek Squad on Thursday.
Yum! |
And so we ate cake. The Geek Squad continues to be a great source of growth for me, my Geeks and many East Troy Trojans - and so the carrot cake's cream cheese frosting was, well, the icing on the cake.
Three pieces of indisputable happiness in two days.
Three pieces of indisputable happiness in two days.
So much for the cynic...
I heart carrot cake.
I heart ET Geek Squad.
I heart technology (even when it's not cooperating).
I heart my job.
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