I’d tell you that I’ve been watching what’s going on in Ferguson, but I just don’t know what to say about it. I’m sad, I’m angry, and I’m perplexed. I watch on my computer so that Little Jedi doesn’t see the violence, the hate. But then I wonder how much good I’m doing him by protecting him from that, and I become so incredibly aware that, for me, this is an option. That for other people it’s not. That there are kids Little Jedi’s age and younger in who cannot be sheltered from what is happening because it is happening in their neighborhood, because it is happening to them.
I’d tell you that I’m so busy right now that my head is just spinning. Little Jedi and I both start school this Wednesday, which means that I’ve got about a day and a half to wash his uniforms, put the finishing touches on my syllabi and Blackboard shell, come to terms with Little Jedi being old enough to get to real school, and work on studying for comps. I have my first meeting of the semester with my comps director on Wednesday, and we’ll likely set a date for my defense on that day. I expect it to be mid-September…For some reason September 13 is the date I’ve been working toward in my head, even though that’s a Saturday. Clearly, I won’t take the exams on a Saturday, but I could end up taking the first half of them (a take-home portion) that weekend. We’ll see after I meet with my director.
Last night I had my standard, beginning-of-the-semester dream. I arrive on campus a little bit behind schedule, so I’m hurrying to park, get out of the car, and trek across campus. I step into a room full of college students and professors who’ve come to observe my teaching. Only I’ve forgotten my textbook and haven’t created a syllabus for the class, so this roomful of instructors and students watches me flounder for about 10 minutes before one annoyed professor informs me, loudly, that I won’t be teaching that class and takes over the lesson.
Pretty horrifying, though less so than the other recurring beginning-of-the-semester dream where I’m losing my teeth. Little Jedi and I talked about how nervous he is to go to school, and I had to tell him that, this many years later and as a teacher, I’m still nervous about going back to school. I had to laugh a little when he said “that’s a lot of years to be nervous.” It is indeed.
I’d tell you that this weekend Sam and I took Little Jedi to see the Mississippi Braves play. The Mississippi Braves are a farm team for the Atlanta Braves. My dad invited us–he works for a bank that has a suite in the stadium, so we watched the game mostly from inside, sitting on fluffy couches and eating ballpark food that we didn’t have to stand in line for. It’s the best way I’ve found to watch a baseball game, really.
I don’t watch much baseball anymore, but when I do, it’s mostly the NY Yankees. My mom is a Yankees fan, and she and I watched baseball together when I was younger. Gene’O, though, is a Boston fan, which makes watching games between Boston and NY (rival teams, for those who don’t follow baseball) quite fun. Baseball, though, just isn’t something I’ve had much time to pay attention to lately, both because of time and because of access to the games—there aren’t many NY Yankee games carried on the stations around here.
Anyway, the game was a lot of fun–Little Jedi got to run about and play, and we got the experience of the game in a neat way. It did put me a little behind on my work, but I think I needed the break for a day.
I’d ask what you’re thinking of, what you’d like to talk about on this rainy (at least in NOLA) Monday.