Last night I went to #1 son’s Open House. I attended minature sessions of all six of his classes. I was able to experience the High School milieu fully, because I came straight from work and so had no dinner, so I was hungry; I grabbed a cookie off the PTA table, so I was subsisting on junk food; and I spent 5 minutes between each pair of classes pushing my way through hordes of bodies.

I didn’t go to high school myself, but these experiences let me feel that I understand what it is like.

Of the six teachers, two were able to make a coherent presentation, three were interesting, five seemed nice, and one was able to run Power Point competently. I was surprised by all this. For one thing, I really would have thought that anyone who made a living teaching could have prepared a decent 10-minute presentation. For another, it surprised me that people who deal with teenagers all day could still be nice in the evening (two of them whined, but after all, their Power Point presentations were screwing up, so there was some stress there). The Power Point problems surprised me as well, since in their place I would either have practiced till I could do it successfully, or not used it. Maybe they had orders to show off the technology.

Overall, though (and leaving aside the fact that his English teacher told me he was in the wrong class, because he is “far and away” beyond the other students — what could I say? “Yes, but you see, he’s lazy”?), #1 son seems to have an interesting group of classes. I wouldn’t mind taking them myself. Especially astrophysics. Here is the cool thing the teacher of that class shared with us. Go play with it!

This morning I return to the dentist. I am up to the beginning of the raglan shaping on Brooklyn, and may get a bit further this morning in the waiting room. Then tonight there is choir practice. Never a dull moment.