This is the season.
Winter gray is replaced by the color of spring and the blank spots on my
schedule are filled with more and more end of the semester, as well as end of
the academic year, activities. Plus my
school board activities also escalate as the Board works to provide a clear
understanding of the proposed budget before the community votes and hopefully
approves the budget.
Don’t misunderstand my feelings about this time of
year. I enjoy the added contact with
students and faculty, and I also enjoy the opportunity to meet more people in
the community I live in, as we explain educational and economic ramifications
of the budget. And I never mind the associated driving, except to areas I was
unfamiliar with and especially after sundown.
In those occasions, especially when driving to a private house in the
suburbs, I had found in the past that my stress level increased. Street signs were often hard to read after
sunset, and house numbers were even more problematic. To compensate for and in
fact reduce the stress level, I left earlier to get to wherever I was going,
often not a great use of scarce time, especially when it turned out that I had
no trouble finding where I was going. The best example of my building in extra
time was my first job interview at Hofstra.
Though I lived and grew up close by in Manhattan, I had only been on
Long Island five times in my life when I applied for the position at Hofstra. I also was not a seasoned driver, though we did
have a family car at that time. My
interview at Hofstra was at 2 PM; I left Manhattan at 9 AM and arrived on
campus by 10 AM. I really got to know
the campus well before my interview.
My wife has a great sense of direction. She can remember the directions to a place
she had visited a decade earlier; she can read a map like a pro; and she can
inevitably find whatever place she is looking for. I, on other hand have
the “passion for chocolate” gene but not the “sense of direction” gene. Though AAA and MapQuest were my best friends, I
had made more than my share of wrong turns.
But not anymore.
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