I just have to say, I've discovered how soothing the act of erasing a whiteboard can be.
Really though, it's great.
Today was a meaty day in class, filled with technical stuff like where to put the period at the end of an MLA-format quotation. Between the audible snores and the origami, there were a few moments that I turned to my scribbled board and wiped away my tension before I turned back to regain control of the classroom from the snoozing and the sidebar conversations in Chinese.
And after class? You better believe I spent a length clearing all the clutter from the board and my mind. It's meditative, really. Maybe if I ever write a book it could be called "Zen and the Art of White Board Erasing."
Just a thought for today...
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That sounds unusually comforting. Reading this almost makes me want to go out and purchase the biggest whiteboard I can find to start wiping off my clutter. Who would've thought? Only you, Chase. :)
Ahhh... as a teacher I can relate; however, in your book of Zen... I suspect there would be chapters on Zen and House-cleaning, Zen and Walking. Perhaps the Zen is not in the whiteboard but in the Zen student?
Now, if only you could teach Martin to do the same thing!
Chase - love your random observations of life in Taiwan. Traveling or living in Asia is on my list of things I'd like to do - for now I'll just have absorb the culture through your eyes.
Ha - every day is a "meaty" day in my chemistry classes (community college night class, 3 hours straight!) - I have about 6 enormous white boards worth of eraser meditation time every Tuesday. Now that you mention it, those are some of my favorite few minutes of the week!
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