Money For Nothing

I hate having to find a new address or find an address for the first time. If I have the time I will make an effort to leave early so I will be sure to be on time and not too stressed out and of course I want to accomplish this in daylight. Yesterday I had a lecture to give up at the University. I was contacted a month ago by an old friend and employer, who has now transitioned to the University as some sort of professor type and needed someone to address her graduate class. Disability Studies: Social Model: Individual Perspective of Disability essentially talk about disability and how, having a disability has impacted my life. Easy duty.

Our University like any major university is always in a flux of growth. I was somewhat familiar with the address the professor gave me and I of course down loaded a map from the INTERNET—which sort of gave me an idea of where I was supposed to be. Because of this presentation I drove into work today , so I loaded up in the van at 3:30 and drove up to the University( ten minutes East of my office) and promptly got lost. I was not as lost as I usually get—but when I get lost driving I have to do a lot of stopping, starting and turning round. Not only is there a lot of construction going on in section of the University but there is also tons of trees and brush and shrubbery in the area concealing any and everything! I pulled over and read the email again with directions and realized I was directly across the street from the Health Education building, so down to the “turnaround” switchback and get out of the van. I still had about three minutes, and when the elevator door open there was the proff , who had actually come down looking for me. She knew I would need some redirection of some kind.

I was supposed to be at the class at 4:30 and I basically made it on time. Disability Studies is a graduate class, I took provisions for 15 students and there actually only about 7-8 folks there and on is a someone from my office and the other is another guy in a wheelchair I have known for decades, a real super crip, at least this super crip actually has a job and works for a living. But still, I was not able to as radical as I usually am, but I radical enough—I ended up lecturing , non-stop for two hours before the professor sort of asked me to leave—but I just kept responding to questions. And telling “war stories” from My Life With Disability.

The professor walked me of the elevator and said I had done a good job, she judges how good a job by the length of time her students ask questions and seem interested. She also informed me that an honorarium also came with the job that she had neglected to tell me—so I guess I’ll claim these hours as vacation and enjoy the opportunity to get paid for talking about myself.