Adventures in Theories That Should Be Explored…

Hypothesis: Glasses make you look smarter, but act dumber, so your ‘smart/dumb’ ratio remains the same.

Anecdotal Evidence: Subject A is usually reasonably well organized when it comes to work-related matters, and meticulous in her record keeping. Subject A bought new glasses at noon today. At approximately 7:13pm, Subject A put on the new glasses to finish the days allotment of paperwork. Subject A was perplexed to find that none of the changes she had made earlier in the afternoon had been saved. Subject A assumed that she (while wearing the glasses) had forgotten to save the changes – which would be very unusual. Subject A then spent an hour re-doing the changes, saving frequently with fervent vigour. Upon completion of the days allotment of paperwork, Subject A discovered that she was working with the backup file on her PC, not the working file (where she really had saved all the earlier changes) on her flashdrive.

Conclusion: Glasses, because they suddenly make things easier to read, make your brain lazy. Your brain thinks “Hey, this is easy! Wow, I bet every thing’s easy now! I’m going to take a little vacation! Those glasses are great – they can do everything!”

Applications: Subject A is going to pour herself another cup of tea, and get as far away from the computer as she can.

Further Research possibilities: Subject A is going to wear the glasses while doing her daily crossword puzzle. If she can’t think of the answer to 64-down in a reasonable amount of time, the hypothesis will be supported.

Adventures in Aging…

I knew the day was coming. I’ve been waiting for it since grade one. Finally, after squinting my way through 300 exams, I decided it was time to get myself a pair of spectacles before I have to fill in my rosters for 300 students. I posted this picture, with a little bit of glare off the lenses, just to prove there are lenses in there. (Unlike the glasses I convinced mom to let me wear to school in grade one.)

I also got myself some new pens to fill in the rosters with. (I think the fact that the idea of new pens and fresh paper exhilarate me either means I’m a teacher at heart, or I have some issues I need to work through.)

Adventures in a Country Grinding to a Halt…

I don’t have a class at 9 o’clock Thursday mornings, but if I had have had, I wouldn’t have had one this week. (Did you follow that?) All 9 o’clock classes, in Universities nation-wide were canceled on Thursday. The school day didn’t begin until 10 o’clock. Flights were grounded until after 10 o’clock. Rush-hour was re-scheduled until 10 o’clock. Employees were told not to report for work until 10 o’clock. The stock market didn’t open until 10 o’clock. Babies weren’t allowed to cry until 10 o’clock. The sun was told to shine at half-strength until 10 o’clock. Ok, the bit about the babies and the sun isn’t true, but the rest is. What could cause an entire nation to grind to a halt and postpone their routines? An eerie hush fell over the country as thousands of high school seniors made their way across cities, streets made silent to accommodate them. Nothing must interfere with the students as they arrived for their College Scholastic Ability Test. That’s right – 12 years of education, and their entire academic future rests on one. single. test. How would that feel? Your grandmother has been going to church, or chanting in front of Buddha for weeks, praying for you to do well on this test. Your mother has given you a pre-test gift: a roll of toilet paper (so you’ll be able to easily reel off your knowledge). The entire country has made way for you so you can easily catch a bus or subway. Drivers have been told not to honk outside the venue. Flights have been grounded so the noise doesn’t disturb you. The invigilators have been warned not to wear high heels or perfume so as not to distract you. No pressure though. Just do your best.

My students also had a test on Thursday, but it was just a little quiz. I think I may have embarrassed myself though. One of my students arrived without a pencil (sadly, not an unusual event), and without thinking, I handed him the one in my hand. Now, the one I had in my hand is an excellent pen for a teacher to carry. It’s a pencil, blue pen and red pen all in one. However, I realized too late that it’s also a promotional pen for Viagra. (A friend’s friend’s husband is a pharmaceutical rep.) And yes, it was written in both Korean and English.