As I linger over my morning coffee (freshly brewed green Mountain Organic–thanks to the gift bag;), I’m fondly recollecting some of the best NACADA memories I’ve ever compiled. Here are a few, listed in no particular order:
Representing the Region 1 interlopers table at the first time attendees lunch
Rodney Mondor, at once encouraging the use of social media and mocking those of us who think we could drag him into our twisted little world (and I mean mocking in a good way 😉
The twitter-sphere’s reaction to my speech–including Charlie Nutt joining in the impromptu “live chat” that erupted
Having earned “mayor” of the conference on Foursquare with the location that Josh Created for us
Having earned Ice Road Trucker Status on the drive up
The poem Susan Kolls composed using my Facebook status updates (below)
It was like a voltron of crazy, Really, Philadelphia?
That rotation is stupid! I meant “stupid”
In a good way. Hoping that stress will
Have some lasting side effects –
Could stand to lose a few pounds and think
That gray hair is distinguishing. I’d like to apologize
to the reasonable sensibilities of my vegetarian
And vegan friends for enjoying the steak I just had
As much as I did.
Sent sis on her way with a little chocolate for her road trip
Keot all the cheesecake. Man I could eat hollandaise
With a spoon, as if it was soup. Just heard
There is such a thing as Bacon-washed Bourbon-
Gotta go to Tennessee for Christmas, apparently–
Art Esposito is seeking clarity.
Art Esposito is about to get his game on.
Ultimately, my best memory will be of the conference in general. I was profoundly honored by being asked to deliver one of the keynote addresses; I was overwhelmed by how unspeakably kind the conference committee and volunteers were; and I’m ecstatic to have made so many new and dear NACADA friends.
So thanks for the exchange of Whuffie, #nacadaR1!