I started teaching art history at the college (Utah State University-San Juan Campus) again tonight. It appeared the lecture went well because I had students actually participating and laughing at my supposedly humorous comments – yea. This semester I’m in the smaller room where the lights will actually turn all the way off. So teaching not in an arena room and in the dark where I can’t really be seen, especially on camera, is perfect.
However, overall, I do love introducing the intricate world of art to students. It is fun to watch their faces make oooos and ooohs and wows and what-the’s. I feel as though I have somehow presented something enriching whether it’s clearing up the concepts behind product design or explaining the world of the mental. I actually feel intelligent for once, especially when they call me "Professor Hillhouse". Sounds smart, huh?
Then I come home, become bombarded by girls tattle-telling on their Daddy because he didn’t do the bath time routine like me, clean out the urine-filled potty chair, and become surrounded by a pack of starving animals because they were missed at dinnertime. The role of mom resumes.
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