Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on.

In the afternoon of the fourth day of classes for the second week of the first trimester of the new school year, I printed out my quiz for the Mathematical Methods One class, basing it on the same template that I used from two terms before when I taught the subject with David.

This was where I realized that compared to back then, the topics I’ve covered is not as much, because there were already questions in the previous quiz from the last two topics of the chapter: rationalizing radicals in the denominator of fractional polynomial expressions, and sets of complex numbers.

I just removed those types of questions from the modification of the template I used, and upped the points for each item so that it would still reach a hundred (and in fact, was eight points over – another bonus that I would throw them at the side of the road as my carriage passed).

I also warned them that since it was the first time that we have used those two students on one table top, that if there was any sign of suspicious behavior on their part, our next quiz would probably be in the lecture hall, which could hold up to a hundred fifty students, and where they could be assigned one desk per student.

To deter temptation, I also asked them to sign a seating arrangement form, so that if I checked the answers of people who sat beside each other, any (lack of) of discrepancies would be enough cause for me to call them to the discipline office.

That reminds me, though, that there were some who did not sign the honor pledge on the inner front cover of the test booklet. I might have to remind them of its existence next time.

Also, all except one student, who has already exhibited strange behavior in class calling my attention the second time he attended class (which was two meetings after the first day of classes), passed their test booklets early.

Surprisingly, people already started passing their papers five minutes shy of the halfway point of the period. I guess either I grossly underestimated the capability of this new batch, or the new detailing I put into my lectures has taken root and blossomed. My guess is on the former though.

As for the Science Fiction Literature class in the afternoon, Rae wasn’t feeling well, so we had to postpone the discussion on the first of their film studies for June: “The Matrix” and its animated additions to the next meeting. But the students were asked to pass their initial critiques though.

I will have to be the one to lead the general foray into virtual reality in general, and its other proponents such as “Johnny Mnemonic”, “The Thirteenth Floor” and “Harsh Realm”, having read a few William Gibson books and their like.

One last speculation before I end today’s post: I have been thinking of starting another online journal, one that I can pass off to MY students to read safely without fear of recrimination in its contents, which, unfortunately I cannot say with this one.

This would serve as a personal example for the next Communication Arts Web Content elective, which may be offered again next term, so that whatever I tell them about writing in electronic chronicles I can back up with accomplishment.

Do I have it in me to write another electronic diary daily? Do I have enough of a good and logical reason to justify having more than one site for posting personal thoughts and other original ideas? I’m not sure yet, but if the birth date of this repository of creative and self-historical text is any indication, I’m in the exact same cusp of initialization to allow history to repeat itself.

And with that I’ll leave session 616 hanging. For now, class dismissed.