Classes begin tomorrow; as usual, I face that fact with a mixture of anticipation and dread. Just like the students, I prefer to be on holiday. Every new semester makes me wonder if I know what I’m doing.
Birthday boy Robert (Happy Birthday, again!) says the same thing he always says, “Make them stand on their desks and tear pages out of their books,” because apparently Dead Poets Society is the only thing teaching means to him (yes, he does work at Bard).
As usual, I regret not making a better use of my time off. I figure there’s got to be some way of getting around the whole need for sleep thing; I did find that drinking tea all day while I wrote did lead to not sleeping, but it was not a very productive not sleeping. Some sleep is required.
I have a course release for heading up Women’s and Gender Studies; that “free time” will likely be eaten up by preparation for our conference in March. I’m teaching the Medieval Texts on Film class and also our brand new, never-before-taught Writing for New Media class. Another experiment; why do I do this to myself?
Yes, there’s a new episode of The Mangrove Legacy: Alice learns the exciting history of the ghost, Miss Wychwood. Drop by and read for yourself. It’s a fun Sunday ritual to dive back into the strangely Gothic adventures. I hope you continue to enjoy it (yes, Cranky — looking in your direction).
Wish me luck — we all need it on the first day of classes!