Feeling the music, or not..........

Today was the last day of the science conference here in Long Beach. I really enjoyed it and learned a lot about teaching science. I also learned that they're a lot of lot smarter people than me in this world. Of course, I knew that already, this trip just really affirms it. Now there was no particular reason that I came to this realization other than some of the titles of the workshops. Workshops like, Using Fossil Models to Teach Paleontology and the Nature of Science, Sound and the Biophysics of Hearing, Themis and Fast Nasa Missions present Aurora and Earth's Magnetism. I didn't go to any of those workshops. I went to ones like Hands-on Electricity and Magnets for the 4th and 5th grade classrooms, Super! Neat! Wow! E! Science! with Dave Crowther, Let's Get Visual. I guess I'm more of a visual learner living in a textbook world.

Anyway, I'm excited about teaching science and I'm glad that I can teach two periods of it 3 days a week. The trouble is, it isn't until 3rd period that I feel really good about it. Oh well, wait til next year!

Actually, I thought I've done pretty good. I never did embarrass myself. Of course, in my own company, I can put up with a lot of personal embarrassment without showing it. If someone had been with me they would probably have pointed out numerous occasions that I should have been embarrassed.

I made another observation tonight. As a culminating activity they let us tour the Long Beach Aquarium this evening with a dance to follow. Whheeeeeeeee. As soon as they asked for requests I walked over and asked for any ZZ Top song. I thought to myself, "I'm going to listen to one song and leave." I stayed for about 15 minutes waiting for that one song. They didn't play it. But, after a three days of honing my observational skills (as any good science teacher should do) at this conference,I did notice one thing, the ratio of women to men on the dance floor was about 6:1. I wonder how that would fly it I put that on my report to the school district: Observational skills honed. Actually, it was pretty easy to figure out the ration as there were only 14 people on the floor at the max in that 15 minute period.

There was this a couple that walked onto and past the dance floor and I could barely hear the conversation. The woman couldn't hold herself back and was swaying to the music, the man was totally engrossed in the aquarium display.

(her) "Come on, honey, let's dance.'
(him) "Wow, can you believe the color of these fish?"
(her) "Isn't the music great? Just let it move you."
(him) "Those bubbles are really cool. I wonder if they do it to aerate the water?
(her) "Would you dance if I got you another beer?"
(him) "No thanks, I've already had five. Can you believe the size of the Grouper? He
must weigh about 200 pounds. Besides, I think my gizzard is starting to act up again. You remember what happened last time, don't you?"

Meanwhile, during this entire conversation and for a period of about 10 minutes that I couldn't hear, she couldn't hold herself still, just moving and grooving to the sound of the music. He was, what you might say, 'stoic and reserved.' She probably thought he was an ass and close to death. Whatever she thought, it appeared that he didn't score any points tonight.

I'm convinced that at one time in the long and distant past more men liked to dance, but it was a LONG time ago. Possibly, after a successful mammoth hunt, or when a male child was born, or maybe, before a hunt. I think for the most part, men unbeknownest to even themselves are waiting for the return of the woolly mammoth so they can again 'cut a rug." Don't get me wrong, I love live music, just as long as I don't have to dance to it. I'm one of those that are waiting for that mammoth to step out of the past.
Jim