Thanks for all the commisseration on my recent crisis post. That was helpful.
After last week's pummeling I came in today with fists figuratively flying. I took some time this weekend to reconnect with what I love most about this linear unit which has been hitting me so hard. Namely, I dig that you can draw a mathematical picture of any situation in life and that sometimes — oftentimes — that picture can predict beyond the picture itself.
Armed with that enthusiasm, my usual workaholicism, and a righteous indignation over my lousiness last week, I banged out — no joke — the single greatest lesson of my career. By a long shot. The silver medalist is gasping for air a few miles down the road.
I beg your pardon but words and modesty both fail me right now. I wish I knew a better way to pull off lessons like these than through copious man-hours (18 over this weekend for a 45-minute lesson) but, at this point, that's my only tried-and-true technique for not sucking at this job.
So encompassing was the idea and so onerous its demands I have no doubt its execution would've taken me a commited week last year at this time if it didn't break me first. This math lesson was a planning marathon run at a sprinter's pace. It sucked graphic design, video production, and creative writing into its orbit, which was about as exhilarating for me as you can imagine.
Naturally I want to show it off, inviting suggestions for improvement and accusations of overhype. I need a week to tweak some things (can't bring anything less than the best to the blogosphere), format the supplementals correctly, and (teaser!) figure out how to properly seed a torrent file. 'Til then, hope teaching's been treating you as well.