Zorua AR comm for Anon 💛

Thank you for commissioning!

I have been jolted awake so many times between 3-4 am that it’s worn me out

Phew! I slept well, but slept in. I am extremely okay with this

Bweh

we have turned him into a decorative fountain

New weakness to exploit? 👀

Yeahh, rough morning, but I’m bouncing back.

Here’s an upside to waking up so ungodly early: I go to work earlier, and thus I get to leave work earlier too. That gifts me time, and time I can use.

…For napping, probably

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Mega thread on who is behind these age verification laws, spoiler alert it’s Meta.

There is, unfortunately, a problem with my coloring project

…I keep finding new dialogue and contexts to put it in. There’s like 50 variations now, *help*

I come in to work early and the company page has like, four Windows 11 related errors announced separately.

What did I miss yesterday when I called in sick??

I’ve noticed I do this weird expansion and contraction in my life.

Lemme explain: I get more open and loose, and then I curl into myself and become something of a curmudgeon. Back and forth. Too loose, too tight.

Schrodinger’s introvert, perhaps?

Dad did so much it’s hard to grasp it. Or hell, where to even begin learning. He rarely flaunted whatever he accomplished to the family. Too humble for his own good, I’d say.

…Not that he ever, EVER failed to take pride in his work.

I'd say sorry for the rambling, but nah, I'm not sorry at all. I refuse to be sorry for this, I'm standing up for myself. You're welcome to not read anything I've written this morning, the obligation is as ephemeral as swiping on your scroll wheel.

This is what I’m talking about guys, dad introspected after our complaints and went, “say, how does that apply to my work and my industry? I can build it better.”

My brother hopped degrees in engineering, and had to retake a bunch of classes he’d already done because they “didn’t count for this type of engineering.” But they were almost identical.

Dad cited both of our experiences indirectly when talking about this one program in this article I found.

Wait
wait wait wait wait

noooo

did I

My brother and I might be an inspiration for a future program my dad started???

Context: I complained about my computer networking courses trying to cram 20 years of experience into 2 semesters, watering down the experience.

(Hm, I wonder who I take a lot from)

In case it is unclear: my father was a goddamn, motherfucking, CERTIFIED BADASS who took his broken dream of flight and used it as fuel to burn the path forward through the untamed wilds. He took it personally. He made a difference every day. His feet ever moved with purpose.

And boy was he verbose

In the last year or so before he passed, I was stunned to discover several CEOs knew him by name. Mechanics that graduated his class would sing about him, man. My mother kept being pulled over at dad's events just so someone could compliment dad without saying it to his face.

I don't even know where to begin talking about the curriculums, programs, and other bedrocks in the industry he made. Especially given I don't want to leak his identity.

Dad made plane mechanics -his-. Oh he never invented a plane, he's not likely to be in a textbook. But he built that text.

Dad was a pioneer. He knew about AI before I did, for God's sake. He was curious about its applications in his field, and researched it. He pushed hard for his university to adopt AI policies before students were even commonly using it to generate answers.

He was always trying to modernize.

I'm stunned to this day that dad considered himself an introvert. He was a speech giver, and he sprinkled life into his presentations. He did not like to make things dry as much as he could try (he often failed, haha).

Funding, scholarships, internships, he was constantly connecting people.

My dad was part of so many organizations that he'd spend weeks bunkered down in his office just juggling all the projects. "Fighting in the trenches," we would collectively joke.

He could name so many acronym org's that my head would spin. He made friends everywhere due to his great demeanor.

"I'm teaching mechanics, pilots, and engineers, not English majors! I didn't ask for the entire history of aviation, I just want to know you understand the impact of the jet engine and the *basics* of how it flies. Don't write me a 5 page essay when I explicitly asked for a 2-sentence answer!"

Boy, did dad complain -a lot- about how students would not read his instructions and create a 5 page MLA essay from a single paragraph prompt. Yet still fail to answer the question. 🤭

He expected you to read. Then concisely break down what you read. He did not give a rat's ass about fancy.

It was really easy to get an A in dad's classes. Not that these students would let you think that. Dad didn't want to waste anyone's time, not yours and not his. So his assignments were short, focused, and expected to be brief.

No fluff. No padding. Your time is spent on the books.

I glanced at his Rate My Professor. I already kinda knew what to expect:

1) hard but fair, retakes encouraged

2) clear instructions, most time spent on reading not writing

3) many students whining that they actually had to think about the material & not just regurgitate a lecture for points

My mother has had to pry his phone out of his hands

force him out of his office

or shove him onto his mountain bike

to keep him from responding to student emails all day long.

While he could be late on grades, he was incredibly prompt on feedback and crises. Y'know, where it really mattered.

Dad really, really cared. He took to teaching like a fish to water. He was the professor who was never tenured because he was too busy being a good professor. He was the Top Gun: Maverick.

My family always tells me I have a kind, gentle soul. It was never lost on me that it applied to dad too.

Goddamnit dad.

This isn't the whole email but it's the highlights. It really echoes stuff he'd say all the time (which is part of why I kinda ignored his emails, haha. Constantly heard it).

He wanted to be a pilot, y'know? Instead he became a mechanic. Then, a teacher. He had to chew on that.