First I dreamed that I had a Spanish oral report due – in Spanish. And I’d written all my notes in English, so I was frantically translating before class.
I woke up panicked, looking for my notes to translate, realized that my presentation is expected to be given in English, and went back to sleep.
Next I dreamed that I had a paper due and I’d forgotten to do the Works Cited page.
I woke up panicked, looking for my flash drive to edit the file before I remembered that I’m not turning in a paper, I did that yesterday, and today’s project is, in fact, quite finished, and then went back to sleep.
Apparently power point is the stuff of my nightmares.
Can I help it that I find the use of flashy visual aids while speaking generally unnecessary and mildly schizophrenic? If I need to show a picture, I’ll show one, but why should I have to make the information that I am already giving you verbally dance across a screen on a cute little background? Invest in an attention span, General Populace.
But it’s over, and it wasn’t bad. The more I go on, the more I find I really sort of like lecturing. Also, it helped that I managed to sneak in no less than three Arthurian tangents. Ahhh, nerdy pedanticism.