Damn it’s bright in here
The dimmer for my halogen light died, so getting up and turning it on makes the living room seem like the proverbial “white room” now. But it’s just as well. Got the phone call I needed, with information that I’m glad I didn’t have before.
I have to teach an 8 a.m. class. Yuck, to say the least. Not a morning person, as the lack of entries in the typical 9 a.m.- 12 p.m. slot of my blog might suggest. As Tom Waits said, “Never saw the morning, till I stayed up all night.” My second class is at noon, and I’m afraid that the 8 a.m. students may get shortchanged; my brain just doesn’t work that well in the morning. So I predict a lot of handouts, just to make sure that I get my point across even if I can’t speak coherently.
Both classes are Composition II, research papers, so of course I’m thrilled about that. I just don’t think I’d be that comfortable with remedial classes. I want to make smart people more brilliant; it seems to me that would be more rewarding than just getting people up to speed. But maybe that’s just me. And I do think the ability to research things is the first major step on that ladder.
Timing has been perfect for the last few days; I woke up just before the phone call, so I was actually reasonably coherent when I got it. Now it’s time to get to work on syllabi, and perhaps most important, find the floor of this goddamned apartment. I feel pretty jazzed, and I just had to share first.
Life is good, for a change!
