TricksAren'tAlwaysFor
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I'm pretty sure I've owned this thing since I was a child.
But I didn't become acutely aware of it until I was in college.
Why?
Because it drove my best friend crazy.
In first year calculus.
Here's the thing. We could sit at the back and mess around, nothing bad really, usually just whispering about homework or an assignment that was due in another class.
Inevitably, when it became abundantly clear that we weren't paying attention, the prof would call on us.
And most of the time I flummoxed my friend S. by answering the question because I kinda/sorta had been.
Paying attention I mean.
I've been doing the same thing to my own family since forever and, while I'm not sure it drives them completely crazy (although it probably does), my kids always laugh when I refer to it as my slightly Rainmanian 'two track' parlour trick.
Weirdly, unlike just about everything else, this two track thing has not started to diminish as I slip and slide toward the end of my sixth decade.
In fact, I now use it fullest advantage in my day job.
Specifically, these days the place where I get a good chunk of my real work done is in those never ending meetings that are all pervasive in the world of academia.
Just yesterday (yes, Saturday!) I was sitting in an all day retreat to discuss curricular renewal. It was was actually pretty important and, to be honest, it's something I'm pretty passionate about.
But...
I also had a colleague who was waiting for a revised sub-aim for a research grant we're writing together.
So, I beavered away on the grant in the back row of the conference room with one ear to program credit and butts-in-seats ground, until things in the room started to get deep into the course duplication weeds and I couldn't help myself.
So I jumped in, said my piece, and then got back writing up to our grant's transgenic gene knock-in strategy.
I thought I was in the clear until the woman sitting next to me, who works in a completely different field, tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, 'What's a knock-in, anyway?'
I started to explain and pretty soon we were having a full-fledged whisperfest.
The chair of the meeting, who is a prof who knows nothing about math, was not amused.
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