“Professor says no.”
Of course, in this case, “Professor” was in fact, Managing Editor Ryan McGaughey.
I will respect his decision and sit at my desk like a good student. But part of me is outside. Part of me is on the golf course. Or mowing a lawn. Or drinking a beverage on the porch.
The rest of me may still be sitting behind the desk, but on such a nice day, it’s tough to concentrate.
When I was younger — even through college — my class and I would always ask if we could go outside for class. Normally, that wouldn’t work. We were told we had to sit in our desks and listen to whatever was being taught that day.
I’ve long since graduated (that makes me sounds old, doesn’t it?), but the concept is still the same.
It’s about 120 degrees in the Daily Globe office again today. (No worries, no Nelly references this time).
And yes, that’s an exaggeration. It’s probably only about 76. But it feels like we’re on the surface of Mars.
The problem is with how nice it is outside. It’s about 60 degrees and beautiful. If this isn’t the perfect spring day, I don’t know what is.
So, that led me to asking if we could have class outside. All I need to complete my work today is a computer and Internet. We all have laptops at the office, so taking my computer wouldn’t be a problem. The Internet might be, however.
But I could cross that bridge when I came to it.
However, like most of my teachers/professors growing up, Ryan is not allowing it.
Sometimes we could sway our teachers to let us outside, if even for a few minutes.
So maybe I’ll have to keep asking Ryan. Who knows, maybe I can break through.