As I sat here this morning, trying to wake up, it occurred to me that I could use this time to begin to sneak fall decorations into the house. G's not here. It's September; the daily temp has dropped below 90 degrees; and therefore there's nothing he can rationally do to stop me.
Look here, loves!
It begins!
I was consulting a student yesterday for my writing job, and he was lamenting how boring his class and teacher are. (In his teacher's defense, the class is a 3-hr Business Law one, so I mean how interesting could it possibly be?) I was telling him about some writing concepts that he might find useful and he goes, "If you were my teacher, it would be a great class!" I was like, "Would you please come be a guest speaker in my two classes?"
Because the harsh truth is that if he were in my class, he would be yawning and staring off into space with the rest of them. I'm hard on them here - hey, it's MY blog! - some of them are great. Some of them are paying attention and I'll hazard a guess that at least half of them are learning things. But I wanted to tell this student that the grass is always greener. And that he probably needs to cut his poor teacher some slack.
And to continue the theme of "no," I have been throwing that word around like crazy these days. I was invited to be on a grad student council (to represent the English dept) to the Dean and Chancellor, which I accepted, duh. But I've also been pushed, rather hard, in the direction of another group on campus, and offered leadership roles, and earlier this week I sat down in a lovely meeting and politely declined everything. This semester I'm trying hard to get out of the center of activity and be more of a periphery type of gal. I function better with just one foot in the hokey pokey rather than shaking it all about, if you will.
This one is very good at saying 'no' |
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