is absolutely strange. sometimes wonder if my teaching would have been better but am guessing probably not. I do count minutes, seconds, hours, days, months, and years. it looks like a homework journal filled with an assortment of random handwritten calculations. so little learning happens in these institutions that i’ve created symbols for car rides, ride shares, waiting, listening, sharing, story-telling, shutting out the world. so much time spent in this secondary bubble it’s hard to tell if we created it or if it followed us.