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Back among the living

  • Health

I had a seizure at work at the end of September. It’s been an interesting month since then—I lost close to 30 pounds in the hospital, and have been wobbling towards health after my discharge a couple weeks ago. Now I’m into the insurance weeds, sorting out unpaid leave, short-term disability, and FMLA coverage. As a government employee, I have a good group plan, but it’s still a maze of paperwork and many, many checkups. (High blood pressure, adult onset Type 2 diabetes, pulmonary abscesses, pneumonia, renal failure… just another year in the life.) Anyway, I’m slowly returning to a semi-adult functional level, and may return to work in a couple weeks. Easing back into my desk job won’t be bad; but I’ll need to revisit most everything else about my lifestyle. It’s fine. I’ve bought some time.

It’s not the teaching, it’s the learning

  • Education

One required class in my online degree program is CSS106, Succeeding in College. It’s a single credit hour, and the course is a very straightforward series of modules designed to help students discover enough about themselves to develop a tailored toolkit for learning, both in and outside a school setting. A couple weeks ago, I submitted an essay (reproduced below in lightly edited form) and then promptly crashed through several layers of mental exhaustion. I find myself scrambling to catch up on coursework and struggling to maintain focus at all. It wasn’t my intention to foretell my own academic doom, but it’s also sort of right there in the text. I suppose the assignment was an object lesson in advance. Here’s hoping I learned something!

I was excited to sign up for online courses, even though it’s been a long time since I attended college in any format. I was a full-time university student in the early 1990s, but never completed a degree. About 10 years later, I took Russian language courses—not as part of a degree program, only the 101/102 and 201/202 classes—to enhance my communication skills. At the time, I had a full-time job and many of my coworkers were Russian or Ukrainian immigrants; taking those classes was an attempt to meet them halfway when it came to our common language barrier. I did well and was able to improve workplace communications. All my previous college experience was in-person, including occasional adult Continuing Education classes over the last several years.

All my life I have been a visual learner. This includes watching someone perform the steps of a new task or activity before attempting it myself or reading an instruction manual as I try it myself. Taking online classes seemed like a perfect fit for that preferred learning style. My early assumptions about the coursework were quickly proven wrong, and I was not prepared for the rigorous demands of time and attention that would be placed on me. I also found the frequent use of online discussion and multimedia learning modules to be jarring. (In short, it seems that I had completely forgotten what school was like.)

As we conclude our second week of classes, I’ve developed concerns about my ability to stay focused and set aside the necessary time for all my coursework. I find myself having to re-learn the basics of time management and note taking so that I can blend class time into my work and home life. Understanding my preferred learning style is only the beginning; I must also provide a stable learning environment for myself. This is worrisome because I can be easily distracted, whether at home or a local café, which is where I’ve done most of my coursework so far.

In her YouTube video “What Learning Style Are You? And Why It Doesn’t Matter!” Elise Williams of The Pocket Mentor provides a short quiz to help students determine their preferred learning style. That quiz, along with the “Visual, Aural, Read/Write, Kinesthetic (VARK) Questionnaire” offered by VARK Learn, Ltd., gave me a better understanding of learning styles in context.

Having a preferred style of learning doesn’t mean that I am deficient in other modalities. As Williams notes, the reason “it doesn’t matter” is that multiple learning styles can be employed together for a more robust and successful learning experience. Having a preference simply gives me an idea of where to start. Williams suggests that by incorporating different learning styles into their study habits, students can improve their chances of retaining knowledge gained in class. One example would be for me to read a study text aloud and replay the recording to myself. There are also opportunities for aural learning when watching videos for class; this requires listening attentively and taking notes. For visual learners, Williams proposes using multicolored writing to more easily organize key concepts, and to include diagrams to provide visual prompts for recall.

Another way to improve learning skills is to further refine one’s preferred learning style. The Open University, a distance learning institution based in the United Kingdom, offers some insight into developing core learning skills. One useful skill is active reading, which involves directly engaging with something to “understand and evaluate it for its relevance to your needs.” Examples include highlighting key words and phrases and making annotations using my own summaries, questions, or challenges to the material. These are contained within the well-known technique called SQ3R, which stands for “skim, question, read, remember, review.” More about SQ3R is available from Virginia Tech’s Cook Counseling Center: SQ3R Improving Reading Comprehension.

I believe the most important strategies for addressing my concerns are to identify one or two dependably quiet study spaces, create a consistent study schedule, and expand my active reading techniques. VARK Learning does note that “going against your preferences is not likely to be motivating.” It wouldn’t be productive to try improving my use of my least-preferred learning styles. However, my wife and I love to discuss our interests and hobbies. By talking to her about my school studies, I could develop an auditory method to reinforce what I’ve learned visually. Cultivating a multimodal learning style—while still honoring my preference—could be a major key to success.


  • Health

A week ago, on something of a whim, I signed up for the Cornhusker State Games 2021 CSG Walk, which was held yesterday morning. In this volkswalk-style event, participants were given a choice of two routes and a window of time to complete their walk. (You can learn more about this type of non-competitive event at the American Volkssport Association.) I chose the longer route—pictured below—and started out just before 7:00 AM. We had good cloud cover making the morning temperature bearable. But the humidity was off the chart from my first step; even if I were in better physical shape, I’d still have been flop-sweating within the first mile.

A screenshot from an mobile exercise tracking app showing a city map highlighting a 5.5-mile walking route, in the shape of a lopsided figure-eight, through residential areas in Lincoln, Nebraska.
Cornhusker State Games 2021 CSG Walk. This was the longer route offered to participants; the other path was approximately two miles. (Screenshot from the Map My Walk mobile app provided by Under Armour.)

This part of the city is a tree-shrouded older residential area, including some of the fancier Country Club streets. Passing through the neighborhood surrounding the golf course, I encountered a fluffy black cat lounging on a garden path, a gaunt red fox carrying a breakfast catch, and a City Council member out for a (personal) morning jaunt. Other foot traffic was light, even counting the joggers and dog walkers who shared the route.

The walk was lovely, though the long route pushed me towards the edge of my endurance. Exercise walking is something I just haven’t been doing, and it shows. But with some focused stretches, good socks and shoes, and a judicious application of ibuprofen, I recovered from the exertion easily enough. (A late-morning nap with our cats also helped.)

Several years ago, I was jogging 5K routes. Since then, I’ve fallen into a routine of constantly having to re-form basic exercise habits. I can almost trick myself into believing that’s the same as actually keeping those habits—but no. Committing to yesterday’s event without overthinking it is probably what got me through it, bypassing my uneasy brain. Maybe that touch of managed recklessness is the habit to develop first, and the rest will more easily follow.

Back to school

I’m entering college―again―and this week I submitted some transcripts on a day that also was a multiple-of-ten anniversary of my high school graduation. At this age, nostalgia for that long ago time feels peculiar to me, as though I’ve been deep-sea diving and risk serious harm by surfacing too quickly. It’s a strange mix of memory lane and forward progress, but enjoyable just the same, especially as I return to an organized learning environment. Let’s just consider the previous misfires (putting it mildly) as part of a continuing education.

Elective service

We held our city primary a month ago, and this week (on Star Wars Day, no less) conducted the general election. I worked again as a precinct inspector, which is an official term for a supply runner. Many election workers receive a two-year posting to a specific precinct; others, like me, serve in a backup role—covering gaps on demand. Sometimes I think it would be nice to receive a permanent posting, but working as a reserve inspector means that I rarely work consecutive elections at the same place. We have polling places in churches, schools, apartment complex clubhouses, union halls, and so on. Being an election official is an easy way to be a tourist in my own city.

Local elections are typically the slowest of all; this week’s turnout was just below 30%. One point of interest: the number of absentee ballots cast was almost double the in-person turnout on Election Day. I was relieved to see that, because early voting is what led to the election of my favorite at-large City Council candidate. His taking office represents a dramatic shift in the composition of the council, even if we did just swap out white men.

Since this country will never be done with COVID-19, the sanitation measures that we put into effect for last year’s presidential election continued this year. Everyone is well acquainted with the dance: out of 114 voters in our precinct, we had two without masks, and one dubiously tied bandana. Election workers are practiced at sanitizing voting booths, work tables, ballpoint pens, ballot sleeves. I imagine that—despite our hopes to the contrary—some version of this protocol will persist into next year’s midterms. That’s fine with me. As a precinct inspector, I feel as though my biggest problems involve policing all the small talk that happens as we’re moving voters through the line. The environment is homey and cordial, but often lacks what I would consider an appropriate level of professionalism for the job.

For the past few election cycles, I’ve been thinking more about whether or not I’ll continue working in this capacity. Election Day is exhausting. It has all the joys of retail customer service with the added benefit of enforcing state law. (And don’t get me started on arguments over electioneering.) But the work is rewarding. I feel an immense sense of pride every time, and being part of the election return is a special sort of high. By the time next year’s primary rolls around, I’ll probably be rested up and ready to do it all again.

Once more unto the breach

  • Meta

Well, I managed to come back around to the blog in less than a year—that represents a certain sort of progress. Let’s just say it took 51 weeks for me to recover from transcribing Ben Sasse’s atrocious graduation day speech and move on, shall we?