Grading done. Planning, blog posts… For once, I feel ahead. Need a walk, again. Some gum, water. Had burrito for lunch and a bit, now, of a food coma. At winery tomorrow, but I know I’ll be in this writer/professor mode. It’s who I am, and not something I can just turn off.
2:54… out of mood I was earlier in. Symptom of adjunctedness. Full-timers will roll their eyes as they often do, but I don’t care. You know? I’m going to continue to write as I write and teach as I teach and encourage students to embrace the Art in themselves, far before they just blindly subscribe to what’s prescribed. This feels amazing, I must say, FINALLY being caught up. I have to maintain this, as a professor, keep this going and further and further OWN my teaching practice. Teaching is just as much about identity as writing is. You seen and heard a certain way, interpreted very much like a text. So your character has to be written. You have to want to write it.
I’m going to start today’s class with a note from Kerouac.. a quote that leaves them startled.. then, Vonnegut’s ‘Style’ essay… truth in writing— OH, just had an idea!