For the Record

After teaching a class yesterday, I was packing up my stuff (<-- I look like a Sherpa at all times because I carry my life on my back because I'm always on campus or at work and I'm never home.) and a student came up to me.

I figured she was going to ask a question about their next big writing assignment, but instead, she said: "I just want you to know that I was dreading this class so much. I dreaded it all summer. And I love it. Like, it's one of my favorite classes and I've learned so much. I just wanted to tell you."

Hold on while the clouds part and the angels sing us a heavenly tune.

That was a nice ego boost. It's nice to know that students are getting something out of this. It's hard to stand up in front of 25 of them every morning, looking like they'd rather be asleep or, say, undergoing water torture rather than learning about visual analysis.

Also? Fall is here!

Nat King Cole is a guest speaker in my class today and tomorrow. I plan on bringing a frothy beverage and just kicking back. Let her handle these cray crays while Bunny Momma takes a break...