From Teacher to Student

After some rearranging of my weekly schedule (basically dropping German and crossing my fingers that I’ll be able to pass the translation exam…) it looks like Mon, Wed, & Fri are days I teach while Tues/Thurs are days I am a student. So far I like that separation. Admittedly it’s only been one day, but I think being able to compartmentalize what days I need to wear which metaphorical hat is really going to help me keep my sanity in this last year.

I’m happy to say both my classes (one at 8:30am and the 2nd at 1:30pm) went well, but I think I’m going to have A LOT of fun with my afternoon class. They were talkative, engaged, and weren’t afraid to joke around with me. Yep, I think they’ll be my favorite class of this semester – especially as they’ve already started flipping me crap and we all know how much I like to dish it back!

Tomorrow (AKA Student Day) I have Ceramics and my two reading intensive classes. The first is Rhetoric: Bodies of Persuasion, and the 2nd is 19th – 21st Century American and British Lit, with an emphasis in Eco/Environmental Criticism. Um, yeah. I’m not sure what I just said there either, but let’s all agree there are a ton of books I have to read and a couple of really long papers to write by semester’s end. Oh, goody.

So as I drift into la-la land tonight, it is with the hope that I don’t wake up tomorrow in the same mood as I did today. I woke up angry because, in my dream, I was yelling at my class to calm down, listen to me, and to stop chasing the birds around the classroom. Man, Freud would have a blast with that dream!

Nighty-nite!