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Did sort of OK with the organization, but I still feel like I'm behind the curve. Hate that.

Class went sort of OK. Students were pretty silent, afraid (I think) to share their responses--about an admittedly challenging reading. But one student conquered her insecurity and offered a few responses, got good feedback from me, and I made a point at the end to praise her for her good work. She was thrilled. Yay.

Six of the sixteen students registered weren't there. Three had written with one reason or another for not being there, but I wonder if the remaining three were scared off by the reading. Maybe. It would be a shame, but it does tend to happen. The shrinkage begins.

I just finished writing letters of recommendation for Kayla (last year's intern); it was lovely to be called upon to extoll the quality of a good student.

But now I'm heading home. We'll see how next week goes. I hope that soon this experience starts to simply feel like a semester, any semester, but that may take a while. Meanwhile, I keep on turning the crank, as my father would have said, breathing and doing what must be done.