because I can’t even finish a freaking sonnet-link and because I don’t have time to do anything but try and catch up on homework at the last minute. And I’m a grouch all the time.
I keep waiting for the fun part of the whole doctoral studies thing. I think that’s the part when I finish my coursework and can retreat to the library with my Top 40 and Top 30. What that means for those of you with the good sense to keep working for a living is that I will have to write exhaustive comprehensive exams on any possible combination of said 40 poems and 30 works of fiction. This includes everything ever written in the history of man about each one, which narrows things down considerably. My friend Karin is studying to become a paramedic. I am sure that she can relate to much of this. However, she is surely making enough as an EMT to pay the bills.
In working-vacation news, La R. and I have our “pre-course assignment” for CELTA–basically, a workbook reviewing English grammar and explaining the basics of what to expect in an ESL classroom. I’m looking forward to getting back into ESL. There’s something deeply satisfying about working with adults who appreciate getting an education. I feel that I do more profound good in the world when I can help someone learn a language that in turn helps him or her make a better life. I like to think that teaching college writing has a similar effect, but it doesn’t always seem that way.
Along those lines, several of my old students are in touch via Facebook. I can’t believe I’m on Facebook. I got to revisit them as students while writing up my teaching portfolio for this year. The good students make the whole exercise worthwhile. Waiting patiently to find out whether or not I’ll get to teach creative writing next year. The policy/lore for selection has changed for the fourth time in two years, but this time it was sent out in writing. As far as I can tell, the qualifications would place me at the top of the list. We’ll see.
Dreams deferred for this coming academic year:
–Master Scuba Diver class (twice)
–O2 class (for the nth time)
–Jazz Fest (again)–
25th high school reunion (oh well)
–At least two fiction courses I’d like to take but can’t schedule
–A clean living room
–Enough money in the bank
–Most social events, many poetry readings, and all vacations.
Like Mama said, you can do anything for 16 weeks. Meanwhile, dreaming of the water, and of better times to come.