Tag Archives: expectations

Take the teacher, not the course

10 Feb

I wrote this before the term started:

One of the biggest reasons that I hate splitting a series of coursework is that you’re fighting at least three things: time, methodology, and instructor. Taking a year gap in my 130 coursework was not the plan, especially since it means picking up with a different instructor (not bad, just different–different generation => different tactics) but it is what it is. The good: all the instructors (former and current) know who I am and I’ve been keeping in touch which means I’m not in a vacuum–if I need help I’ll have it. The bad: I’m picking this up in the second half of the series which means I’m expected to know the material from the first half (information that everybody else in the class has freshly imprinted on their minds.) The ugly: Changing instructors means changing texts… My old text did things in a “reverse” order from the common presentation. Specifically, we jumped right into epsilon delta proofs and continuity arguments whereas almost everybody else and their mother starts with sequences and series, compactness, and subsequential limit points.

It’s going to be an adjustment and I will have my difficulties fighting this material. But call me an optimist–I think I can do this.

I was an idiot, and I was ignoring so many signs. Including the ones I couldn’t have foreseen.  Continue reading

Reflections on the past, states of being, opportunity, and looking forward

16 Dec

As of last Thursday (December 13, 2012) my tenure with the Santa Rosa vertigo clinic is over. However, that hardly means my experience with vestibular rehabilitation is complete. Continue reading

Lessons in humility

2 Dec

Living with vertigo has been… something else. Daunting at times, frustratingly devastating at others, plus unexpected moments of happiness sprinkled about. It’s a very odd existence, and it’s highly subjective. So subjective, in fact, that I often forget how it can affect those I care about. Continue reading

If there was nothing to regret, there was nothing to desire.

1 Dec

The title of this post comes from an excerpt of a poem by Russian poet Vera Pavlova, and it happens to be the epigraph of David Rakoff’s collection of essays, Half Empty. David Rakoff is one of my favorite writers–probably in my top 10. Is he really that good? To me, yes. Yes he is. Continue reading

Cabin Fever and Burning Rubber

11 Nov

Soundtrack for today’s post (I suppose that’s becoming a theme with my posts): Drive by Dispatch 

One of the most frustrating things about the vertigo is that I can’t drive with it. Or at least there is a hefty portion of my year where I wouldn’t feel comfortable driving. So for two years, I’ve been at the whim of friends/family with wheels or my dad. This arrangement has more or less okay until recently. Continue reading