I want to get out of here, but I also want to make a point of recording a wonderful moment today. One of my students in Nature in Lit has struggled all semester, having a very difficult time letting go of the only way she knew how to approach literature and learn something new--but she refused to give up, and not only did she come to me more than once for help, she also has been taking advantage of the Writing Center. She came to the office today with her paper--and she's got it, by George she's got it. I haven't read the entire paper, so there may be problematic areas, but her entire approach has shifted and she's now doing exactly the right stuff. I'm so proud of her, and I told her she should be very proud of herself. It's a hell of a big break-through, and I couldn't be more happy. And she deserves the credit: she persevered, and that was the key. She listened; she learned. She worked her ass off.
This, my friends, is why I teach.
There's more to report, so I may do a rare Friday post tomorrow--but now, the highway calls, and I must go.