One way this conference has been the same as all conferences is the pace. You get to the host city and maybe get a chance to look around a bit before the conference begins and then it does begin and you have to hit your pace. Where do I go? What sessions? Do I know you? Meeting up with people you only know online through your network, and then when you talk F2F with them you have this eerie realization that you know more about what they have been doing lately than some of your friends that live locally to you.
The pace of this conference was heightened for me just because of the sheer number of presentations and unconference sessions I was responsible for (or felt responsible for). And that is not a complaint, itâ€™s just what happened. As I said yesterday, I loved it. Actually it reminds me of my favorite days as a teacher. Rushed, engaged, problem solving â€¦ tired at the end but feeling good about the day. As I write this it is donning on me that that is why Iâ€™m looking forward to getting back to my classroom for my next hit. My next adrenaline rush. I guess thatâ€™s why Iâ€™m still a teacher despite the myriad problems and issues and nonsense we are faced with each dayâ€¦ kind of scary in a way, but I mostly still love it even after 27 years.
And now Iâ€™m sitting in this comfortable room in the middle of a city of 24 million literally half way around the world from home, waiting to meet up with others to walk its streets â€¦ and I miss the pace a bit. That will change quickly as we hit our pace on the streets taking pictures, buying trinkets â€¦ memories.
But if youâ€™ve â€œconferencedâ€ before â€¦ you know what I mean.
Learning is messy!