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THINGS HAVE CHANGED:

Since I am no longer a professor in the classroom, this blog is changing focus. (I may at some future date change platforms, too, but not yet). I am now (as of May 2019) playing around with the idea of using this blog as a place to talk about the struggles of writing creatively. Those of you who have been following (or dipping in periodically) know that I've already been doing a little of that, but now the change is official. I don't write every day--yet--so I won't post to the blog every day--yet. But please do check in from time to time, if you're interested in this new phase in my life.


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Thursday, February 15, 2018

High praise indeed

Let me reiterate how much I enjoy the SF class. I was scattered and addled today (having raced to class after an unexpected doctor's appointment--and all is well, thank you for the concern), but the students still picked up the class and rolled with it. I was finishing up marking homework I wanted to return today (so they'd have it to use when they work on their essays over the break), doing other paperwork kinds of stuff, had distributed a few more handouts, circulated among the groups--and when the whole class discussion began, after a few questions/comments winged around the room, one of the best and brightest noticed my custom-made red-and-black cowboy boots and his comment was, "Those are awesome boots. That's really bad-ass."

I'm not kidding: that's high praise, for a grey-haired Caucasian English professor to be called "bad-ass"--even if it's just because of the boots.

I'm about to race out of here (heading to yoga class), and I don't know how much posting I'll do over the break, but probably some. I will be very interested to see the general tenor among the 101 students when class resumes. I talked to most of the ones who made appointments--and a couple I thought I wouldn't see dutifully showed up. The young woman who had the panic attack missed her appointment yesterday and contacted me today to ask if she could reschedule--but by that time, I was heading off to go to the doctor. Being at the doctor's office took forever, which normally wouldn't be a surprise, but this particular practice usually runs a pretty tight ship. In any event, I'd had the foresight to warn the SF students I might be late, and I told the poor, panicking 101 student I might be able to see her if I got back in time ... but I didn't. I've suggested that she try to see me during my office hour on Monday; we'll see if she does. I don't want to lose her, or not yet anyway. I'd love to help build her confidence a bit (though she does still have to perform).

Anyway, the 101 students are as ready as I can get them for the next step. The SF students are as ready as I can get them for their first essay. The Nature in Lit students are decidedly getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop, a neglect I intend to rectify tomorrow and into next week.

And at that, I'd better boogie.
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