Dear Diary,
As much crap as I've had to live through in the past days and weeks, we need a change of topic, don't you think? More accurately, it should read months and had to live through. Or even survived. Oh man and woman, I love words, language, twisted sentences and sarcasm. And I like to explain everything I know about. I'm just a little smart-ass. Actually, I'm a pretty big smart-ass. But nobody likes a know-it-all. That's why I have to be careful with what I say.
As far as imparting knowledge is concerned, I was probably like that even as a child. We actually used to have a (nearly) real blackboard in our garage. Actually, it was an old ping-pong table placed on roof beams and with hinges so that you could open and close it. Just like in school.
And that's where little Patrick did some tutoring in the early 90s. Full analogue, so to speak.
How funny to think today about what it was like in the days of my childhood. We didn't have computers. No mobile phones at all. And smartphones didn't even exist in Star Trek. My dad's fixed C-net car phone looked more futuristic than the first tricorders from the science fiction series with William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy and Whoopy Goldberg. Those were the days. But seriously, what were we supposed to do with it, with a smartphone? There was no wireless network. There was no internet either. We didn't even dream of Whatsapp, TikTok and Instagram.
The ultimate in digitisation in my childhood was when I was allowed to give my dad something to copy. You put a sheet of paper on a glass plate, closed the lid weighing about 20 kilos and pressed the big green button. This colossal monster of three cubic metres started up after a slight delay. If you were lucky, a copy of the original came out of one side. If you were unlucky, paper came out of all the other sides, causing a paper jam that you could have despaired of fixing. No comparison to today's machines. They weren't all that great either, but the troubleshooting on such machines 30 years ago was in a different league.
Nevertheless, one or two of the sample exams from my tutoring sessions were no longer handwritten by me for my students, but were copied out. What a head teacher I was back then, how crass. I still remember how I sometimes had to smear dots and light black spots on the hand copy to imitate the copying spots that were common in those days on real copies. LOL.
And one thing cannot be denied. Nothing was learned with me, but it was understood. Even today I would have liked to become a teacher. It's just that I found (and still find) the content and the nature of teacher training so stupid, boring and unworldly that it actually prevented me from doing so. And to be honest, as a teacher I probably wouldn't have been able to charge hourly rates beyond €200 as I do today when I lecture on data protection law. Somehow my absurdly high Care costs finally also be paid.
On the topic - data protection law, especially the thing known as the EU General Data Protection Regulation or DS-GVO for short - I once put one of my training videos for clients, which I created spontaneously at home in my living room, on YouTube. I'll take another look myself. I think it's really well done for a YouTube noob like me. The one-hour training video clearly lives from the content. As I already said, no one likes know-it-alls, but the video really gives a good overview and explains the law that applies in Germany today (2023).
If you don't know me from before or you've never heard me speak, click here. I talked a lot back then. The lesson was not scripted. I was in a wheelchair at the time, but I could still move my arms and hands and logically speak. Anyway, I like the video.
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