Those Damn Kids…

…ate my brain.

My coworker and I usually do four 40-minute spiels every year for orientation.

This year, they decided to switch things up.  We did eight 20-minute spiels.

We were normally killing time at the end of the 40-minute things anyway, so we thought this was a great idea.  And for the first half, things WERE great.  But by the end of the day, we were both totally brain-fried.  “Gee, I was about to discuss Topic C, but did I already do that to this group?  Or was it the other group, 10 minutes ago?”

At one point I actually paused and said, “Uh, sorry, I lost my train of thought!”  I looked over at my coworker and she gave me this look of mild panic, and said, “Oh!” and after a pause one of us (I don’t even remember who) picked the thread back up again.  Later she told me that when I paused her immediate reaction was, “Dude, don’t ask me, I completely spaced out myself!”

We agreed:  if they do 8 20’s next year, instead of tag-teaming each group, we’ll take turns doing them solo.  Then maybe we can remember what we said to which group and not run the risk of repeating something we just said to the same class.

For the guys:  Only one girl was falling out of her top.  And she wasn’t one of the three or four very pretty girls that I saw all day.  Oh well.

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One Response

  1. You should have broken into your ‘internet dj’ monologue. You could have talked about eating your hat 🙂

    HAH! Yeah, although when my coworker said something about “beer is food” nobody batted an eye. We were both stunned that that joke didn’t kill with college freshmen. Maybe these were the good kids?

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