Wisdom from the Archives

I am often grateful for the wisdom offered to me, by me. How did I function in the lifetime before Facebook Memories? At times, it’s almost as if my voice cries out from the wilderness of my past warning me (if the calendars align) or chastising my continued ignorance as my history repeats itself.

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How many times have I read a past post bemoaning the piles of marking while in the midst of reliving the same nightmare? Or cursing a system that has eliminated all turn around time between courses, leaving me in a mess of my own making, having to start new classes with a first semester hangover, and wishing I had wrapped up my courses a week early and offered “nap time” to my students while I consulted with them about missing work? (Ok, I’ve never posted exactly that, but I’m hoping by next year Facebook will upgrade and send memories 3-4 weeks in advance, thereby directing the present timeline.)

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Given the braindead state I’m currently in, I’m grateful for any prophetic wisdom I can offer myself. So, when I read this post from 2014, I laughed realizing that just this past Sunday, having been socially obligated to watch a football game, I had asked EXACTLY THE SAME QUESTION about the information that magically appears on field. Then I checked the calendar and cast a glance upwards, realizing that this intervention from the past might just have prevented me from agreeing to watch this year’s Superbowl.

From the archives:

Yesterday: “Football? I don’t think so.” “Wings? Ok. Sure.”

Pre-game: If my friend wasn’t here I think I would keep marking.

Part 1: “How do they get that sign on the field for first down under their feet?” “Look, that guy lost a shoe.” What’s the name of the place I went to 10 years ago? I could be marking.

Part 2: “Are they supposed to be behind so much?” “That guy who throws the ball looks older than 40.”

Half time: Wings!! And Bruno Mars! Super Bowl isn’t so bad.

Part 3: “ok. I’ll put my phone down and pay attention.” And eat more wings.

Part 4: “they look so sad. I hope they a score again.”

“Are you seriously tearing up?!”

“You wanted me to pay attention and now I’m sad those guys lost so big in such an important game!'”They make a lot of money.”

(Quiet)

“Yay Seahawks!!”

[2022: Note to present and future self — you could eat wings, but watch something else.]

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