Alright I'm finally getting around to typing up about my Memorial Day trip to the Education Conference and what not, blah blah.
The Education conference was actually targeted at teachers at the community college level. But I was able to attend a session on story telling as a tool in the class room. That session was very good. I'm going to copy and paste my report of the Conference below for the details on it. It was actually funny for the first half of the morning because I was wearing a business suit, sorta, and my jacket kept riding up. So everytime I sat down or stood up I did the Picard Maneuver where I kept having to pull it down. You know, Star Trek Next Generation? Anyways apparently there wasn't anyone even mildly a trekie in my group. Blah. The trip, and week, was put on a burner when I injured my toe/foot. We were late arriving and so I slipped off my fance shoes and started running. When I got into the room where session was I didn't slip on my shoes because it had already started and I wanted to be seated. I was too much of a hurry and when I scooted up my chair I apparently put one of the legs right over my foot and slammed by butt into the seat. I will say this, I squeak, I stayed in my seat, but that was it. I edured the pain for two hours before limping out the session. I shrugged off the pain and went to lunch. Mistake. When we got back from lunch and went to the last session for the day I took off my and actually giggled. My middle toe was a nasty red, a little bit swollen, and my foot around the toe was blue. So I limped it on over to the first aid place, the looked at it, then I limped it on to the hotel and put ice on it for half an hour before getting ready for dinner. Hell its free food! Plus there was a dance, and yes I put my dancing boots on, thank to god the conference had shuttle buses, and away my group went. One of the teachers who was incharge of our group just had to be telling my story at the table, yeah. She had seen my foot when I went to the first aid and was shocked to see me drag the only guy in the group to the dance floor for the hell of it. We both had no idea how to dance country, but what the hell right? I limped out, again, but I could care less. I felt amazingly good about the whole trip from beginning to end, even with the injury. The people were great and I think this week would have been great if it wasn't for the boom dropped when I got home. Blah.