I was walking home, just now, and I just happened to notice a scrap of paper on the sidewalk, a block or so from work. It was a slightly damp, torn fragment of one of my “alligator bucks,” that I give to students as a form of reward points. I was surprised. This was not at work – it wasn’t in front of work. Somewhere, some student of mine had lost a bit of his or her “money” out in the street. It felt strange – like my private economy that I maintain with my students was infiltrating into the outside, broader world.
I felt sad, too – because the student’s money was torn and this was only a bit of it. I imagined some struggle – two students fighting over it. … Nah, probably not.
[daily log: walking, 5 km]
