4:19. Thinking about class tonight. What to say. What do I say? I don’t know if I have the class or not. And I’m not getting any kind of an answer from anyone. Definitely not the Chair. So… make it my own. Roll with it, to an extent, as Dad advised. Have some notes written, and that’s about it. Was told to not compose a syllabus. Was told to do 1A “stuff”. The Chair actually wrote that, in an email. So that’s what I’ll do. I know exactly what to do. ME. Speak me, my ideas, to elevate and empower students. At lunch while walking back from the restroom to wash hands, SELL ME. Don’t sell Sonic, anymore. All the technical shit, I’ll learn it as I learn it. No rush. I can sell me and that’s what I’ll sell. And it’s not selling, as I wrote several times before. But sharing, communicating. Ideas. That’s all it is. Ideas.