Teach your cat

I used to teach fluids and electrolytes, ABGs, and general physiology concepts on a contract basis to staffs in SNFs around the area. Sometimes I had to take my kids with me. One evening, while I was driving home, my daughter asked me, "Mom, what's kay?" "Oh," I said, "K means potassium, it's the chemical symbol for that element, so sometimes we use both words." "Oh, alright," she said. "Now I get it." I figured I must be teaching it clearly enough if a ten-year-old (even if bright) could get the idea.

(Now she has a PhD.) (And teaches.)

I had my first child in the middle of a semester -- the semester I took patho, no less. I read my notes to her all the time. I figured at that age the whole point of reading to them was they liked to hear mama's voice, so it didn't matter if I read patho or The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Plus I am largely an auditory learner, so hearing the notes in my own voice helped them stick.

"Teach your cat" that was cute. My cat didn't like the lost attention due to my classes being online. He would sit on my printer, get in front of my monitor, even rearranged the icons on my laptop one day. Finally he just sat in my lap and started biting my arm until I but the books down for a few minutes. Maybe I should have just talked it out facing him?...or he'd just figure I'd lost it.