Have you ever known someone–heck, are you someone–who walks into a room and immediately wonders why he or she went there? I’m not that way often, but if I had a nickel for every cup of coffee I’ve left sitting on the kitchen counter when I go to school, I could just buy a cup for both of us. I’m forgetful. Sometimes.
Getting back to walking out the door, when I leave in the morning to go to school (and I will again, someday), I have a little chant that I say to myself: “Watch, wallet, keys, badge, phone, memory stick, whistle, love of a good woman…yep, I’ve got it all.” As I say it, I’m patting various pockets, checking things off as I feel them.
Here’s the thing, though: I don’t even carry all of those anymore. I don’t need a whistle since, as a STEM coach, I don’t have a class to bring in from the playground. Nor do I need my memory stick (USB drive), because, well, the cloud. My files are floating around somewhere, but not in my pocket.
Why, since I’m not at school today, did this come to my mind earlier this morning?
Well, I’ve actually started doing some of the cleaning that I told myself I was going to do over this unplanned break, and I came across a piece of what is now vintage technology. You know, over 10 years old.
It’s an old “E-Book.” Back when I was working on my master’s degree, I needed a laptop but couldn’t afford one. E-books, computers that kept files in the cloud, were just coming out and were affordable. I didn’t like it because it didn’t have a hard drive for file storage, but it served its purpose well.
Fast forward ten years, and now all of my files are in the cloud (with the exception of the thousands of pictures living on my desktop still). This old thing might be worth having!
The battery is charging, and I think I remember the password.
Do I need it? Of course not, but I’d better not get rid of it because I might some day!
Just kidding. It’s a factory reset away from being recycled.