The title is an homage to a website that inspires me.
The night of the ice cream
freeze torture social, I was supposed to go talk to a class at Concordia about ways to use technology in primary grades. (Hey. I can hear you snickering.) The social was winding to a close and I was walking down the hallway at the CDC when 2-year-old Andrew bolted away from his mom and ran into the back of my legs. It wasn’t a huge hit, but it did make my iPad slip out of my hand and hit the ground corner-first.
I applaud myself for supressing my initial instinct, which was to cry out in a loud voice, “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! MY PRESENTATION IS ON THERE!!!!!!!” and feverishly check the damage. Instead I smiled, helped Andrew get back up and guided him back to mom. Once I was in my classroom, I feverishly checked the damage while whispering, “noooooo. my presentation is on here.”
The machine itself was fine. A little tab on the case was broken, though, so it is no longer reliable.