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I made some obscure World of Warcraft reference while teaching a few weeks ago and one of my students totaly freaked out and told the whole school that I knew about World of Warcraft. That little spark has unleashed itself in my classroom in ways I never thought possible. Today, for the third consecutive week, student groups have held WoW guild meetings in my class.

Here's one of my fave overheard (eavesdropped) conversations:

Tank-Guy: Okay, if we try to go down into this dungeon again we WILL SUCCEED. *groans all around* This will be the THIRD time we tried it, and that's just sad. Priest-Student, we need you to stand back and make sure we're all healed so we can take on that robot-thing.

Priest-Student: I am SO not healing you guys like ever ever ever ever again. I'm using my alt this time. Let Crappy-Priest-Student heal you with his priest character.

Tank-Guy: No. We all know he sucks at healing. You're the best we've got.

Priest-Student: I died like EIGHT TIMES! I spent like half of my computer time running back to my dead body! I'm not healing for you guys anymore if no one is going to look out for me. You're all freaking running out of my line of sight while I'm trying to heal you. Then I end up pulling other dudes on me and I get screwed.

Rogue(?)-Student: She's got a point. I can hang back and make sure Priest-Student is okay.

Tank-Guy: No way, dude. You've gotta open the can of whoop-ass on the bastards with me.

Crappy-Priest-Student: Ohhhh! Can I use my alt character and do whoop-ass too! Can I?

Everyone: NO!


Heh heh. Teaching has wandered into a realm I never thought possible. As they left my class I waved and said, "Light be with you!" One of the boys turned around with a fist in the air and chanted, "For the alliance!" Rock on.

Endless Summer Starts Now

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I just can't stop thinking about volleyball and surfing.

It's like, every warm ray of sunshine, every drop of sweat on my forehead, every step I take... it's all somehow connected to volleyball and surfing. It's the smells and sounds of summer that lure me on to the activities and friends of summer. To the low-key good times at the park or at the beach or in the ocean or at a community gym. I started training again so my body can handle my beloved sports of summer.

I think if anything keeps me from moving to Minnesota ever again (besides Josh), this is going to be it. Sure, I can find volleyball in Minnesota. But not so much surfing there. Except for the crazy people that take on Superior during blizzards, but that's just freaking insane.

Oh, and in case you were wondering...

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Time to Enjoy

Despite being insanely busy with nine-kajillion homework assignments lately, I have found some time to do the things I love. I play volleyball every Saturday morning at De Anza College, a community college just down the street from me. I'll be starting my Wednesday night outdoor games in two weeks as well. That's the best way to get sunshine, in my opinion. That and surfing and horseback riding. I may also join a Japanese league on Sundays if I can test in. You have to prove that you are above a certain level and get voted in. That could be a cool venue to meet people and get my game on.

Josh and I have been playing World of Warcraft. I've finally leveled my character up enough that Josh isn't totally humiliated to play in my group. I'm proud to say that I'm now a level 24 human priest. I just got a mana burn spell yesterday, so I want to duel Josh's mage and put up a shield then burn his mana like mad. He'll probably still beat me, but it'll be cool.

I've also had time to read several books. Since I spend so much time in the car driving to class, I've been listening to audiobooks on my iPod. I'm just polishing off the Narnia series. I also just finished Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris. He's mega shocking at times, but funny as all get out.

In terms of books-you-hold-in-your-hands, I recently finished How to Be Good by Nick Hornby. This one has been on my shelf for like two years waiting to be read and I finally couldn't stand it any longer. Considering that I've loved other Hornby books, I knew I'd love this one too. This one was actually much better than I expected though. It was hilarious and also asked big questions about what it really means to be good in this world. Good read.

I'm currently reading Word Freak: Heartbreak, Triumph, Genius, and Obsession in the World of Competitive Scrabble Players by Stefan Fatsis. This one is also a great read. Fatsis puts himself into the Scrabble world and starts competing and obsessing over it. As someone who has always rocked at living room Scrabble games, this was a big eye opener. I would pretty much stink at competitive Scrabble unless I got in on the bizarre behavior, word memorization, and the obsessive anagramming. Fascinating look at the world of Scrabble and Fatsis is a very good non-fiction writer to boot; the competitive Scrabble scene really comes to life.

I recognize now that my passtimes currently revolve around escapism. The things I do help me to be in another world - be it jumping in the strategy and athleticism of volleyball or being a character in WoW or seeing through someone else's eyes in a book. I suppose that my life is perhaps too stressfull to try to exist in my own life any more than I currently do. But, hey, I feel pretty healthy and happy and am getting through all of my coursework so I must be doing pretty well.

Oh, quick sidenote, a bunch of my drawings will be featured in the art gallery at the Krause Center for Innovation for the next month or so. It's my first art show out in California and, to be honest, I'm a little amazed I was able to squeeze that in around all of the chaos. Hopefully I'll have lots more time to create artwork after all of these classes are done. Here's one of the 17 drawings that will be in the show:

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P.S. I just told Josh that the art featured in this show is "the most uninteresting art I've ever done." It's basically just drawings of stuff around my house because I was tired but knew I needed to keep making art. So, when you have no inspiration, you just draw the stuff around you. The above pic is of an old air compressor.

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