WHAT NO PICTURES?



Not till tomorrow when computer repairs will be finished. Sometimes I wonder if I get more enjoyment or have more frustrations with the computer. Right now I'd say it's slightly in favor of enjoyment. Slightly.



You see, I'm just too fast for the computer and if it for some reason, the computer can't catch up, then I have a talk with it. But it's not been listening.



"How many of you understand? Raise your hands?"



That's what a juco history instructor was known for. He'd ask his students to show they understood by their show of hands. For the first few days, every paw would be raised sky high. A believer in this sound educational principle, Windy Dare asked this question in the form of a command about 4 times per period. After two class sessions, most caught on and quit elevating their hands.

It was more like a clearing of the throat, Mr. Dare's request. Not a pregnant pause but a habit like athletes interviewed on tv, "Well, you know, we just like, you know, are taking these games one game at a time, you know." A repetitious ritual signifying nothing.

But one of grade school buds stuck with Windy. Even the last week of the semester, Larry was still raising his hand. And he was solo by then. I hope he aced the class, and he should have if he really understood everything he said he did.

That was back in the days before accountability. I suppose now it might be a good way to prove that you were concerned about student achievement. "When I asked them if they understood, they all raised their hands." Yessiree, Mr. Dare was a man with a vision. Understand?