Email... I hate email...

Okay. I get it. Email is really fast and it makes the world go round.

BUT I HATE CHECKING IT! Moreover, I hate how many emails people send. Mrs. Willie D knows this better than anyone, as I gave her my password junior year so she could check my email for me. I'm sure some of you techie people just died a little inside, but it needed to be done. The Track team at Hillsdale... and when I say team, I mean Coach L., sent more emails than you could possibly imagine. In retaliation, because it seemed the mature thing to do, I started sending copious amounts of "inspirational" emails around conference time so people would actually find something they wanted to read or links they would want to follow on YouTube instead of being consistently disappointed by repetitious emails about our hotel information which we didn't need since for the most part we just rode the bus and got off when they told us to.

It's not that I think the information in emails is useless. Don't get me wrong. I would have been late to every track meet, forgotten every practice time, failed half my classes, and I certainly would have been fired from this job a long time ago without email. What I am saying is that I love pencil and paper. It makes me unconditionally happy. A real live planner with a non-mechanical pencil working together to solve all of my organizational problems! Or a pencil and paper solving math problems... Wow. I cannot stand electronic organizers. They don't mean anything to me. What with the binary code and the shiny screen it lacks the satisfaction of taking your brand spanking new No. 2 and crossing the shit out of some horrible task you had been assigned in the last PD meeting. Pencil on computer screen equals damage from which said computer will never recover.

It makes me really sad to think that people are taking such a giant leaps away from mole skin organizers and printed text. I personally cannot imagine my childhood without lugging around all of the progressively larger Harry Potter books. Summer = HUMONGEROUS HP books by the Leut's pool. Imagine a pool full of kids trying to swim while reading HP at the ledge with a Kindle. We all would have been electrocuted and died unspeakable deaths. It's science. Am I saying email would have been responsible for our deaths? Yes. Yes I am. Does this make me a crazy person? It's hard to say...