I’ve been working a lot this past week. It feels great compared to the past several months. Paid work is good since my expenses have tripled overnight. I took a week off teaching to handle the extra workload, but miss the classes a lot. Becoming a teacher has been one of the best things in my life in the past several years. No matter what else is going on in my life, within 2-3 minutes of talking about film/video, it all melts away. There’s only my passion, or an echo of it anyways, that burns out of my soul and into the minds of the people in front of me. It doesn’t matter if it’s a class of 20 or a single person.
Even my love for the mundane technicals and numerical designations, all of it culminates in these times of wanting to get what I know into the heads of my students. The trick is in making it relatable and that’s where metaphors kick in. I love me some metaphors. Sometimes I’ll hear or read a metaphor that relates the techie stuff into easily digestible nuggets and the stealing begins.
As much as the depression of the last 2-3 years has sucked the light out of my soul through my nostrils in a vortex of numbing, teaching has been the one luminescent aspect through it all. My main class graduates in November. I will be so proud of my students. We have a few projects left to do until then.