Good evening (or Saturday morning, depending on where you are), everyone.
My apologies for not getting to this sooner; I’m attending a conference here in NYC this weekend, and I thought I would have a little time to myself to get the FFT up. Alas! I’ve not had a moment to myself since 6 this morning (it’s now nearly 8:30 at night).
I am exhausted, I am exhilarated, and I have hours of work ahead to prepare for tomorrow. This conference is unlike any other I have attended, and is probably going to do more to change me (for the better) as a pedagogue than anything else I have done in the last ten years. Seriously. Things will be different this fall.
I can’t go into detail (time and sense forbids it), but suffice it to say that I’ve spent the last two days determining the fate of the Indian nation at the cusp of independence from the British. (You know, as one does.) Through some truly heroic efforts, we managed to rewrite history and prevent the Partition without significant bloodshed. It. Was. Awesome.
I’ll be working on determining the fate of religious freedom in the Massachusetts Bay Colony over the next couple days, so I need to nestle in with my KJV tonight. While I’m focusing on matters national and spiritual, you should respond to this weekend’s FFT: the moment in your education (at whatever level of instruction formality) that you almost literally felt the lightbulb go on over your head.
Tell us the story, describe the class or lesson or concept, or write a tribute to the teacher/s who exploded your brain open in exciting and productive ways. What knowledge changed your life, and how?