Busy Bs, and Ns and Es and Js...

I heard it on the grapevine, Brandi, that you're about to lose your mind (sorry). Eight sections?! That's insane. I'm not sure I could handle even seeing that many freshmen on a day-to-day basis. My brains would turn to mush.

I suspect you will or have already disappeared, but I wanted to wish you luck (and patience) anyway. In your honor, I'm going to be the biggest pain in the ass student possible tomorrow -- and when my professors ask "what my fucking problem is," I'll say, "Brandi made me do it."

Congratulations on recent renovation successes you other two have had, and good luck settling further into your new homes.

I miss you guys. Be sure to make this year's Halloween party kick major ass.

roger

On We Go...

I'm in the new place. I'm so tired and frazzled and in so much pain (I had to move everything to the third floor) that my students had a very easy day today.

Anyone else have a headache?

E.D.

The Verdict

Eric came to see me during my office hour. He said he thought my class went very well, I think he used a word like excellent or fantastic. He said the students seem very engaged with me, and that some saw him in the back (I imagine after my apologies they made the connection and knew I was being evaluated) and came up to him to tell him I was a great teacher. It made me feel so good to know they think that, and it was rather adorable that they tried to protect me.
So, there you have it. On we go...
E.D.

look what i did!

see that? under "editorial board"? yeah. that's my name. i helped edit a campus creative magazine last semester. it just came out.

and, four or five of my former students have either published in it, or served on student editorial boards for it.

go me.

~bh

Grass!

Finally! I've fought and fought for weeks. Went to battle, won some and lost some. Finally, vindication. I have grass. Down with the Poison Ivy, up with the luscious green ground. Now the key is to keep it growing. I can't wait to see what will be in the next few weeks. I can't wait to walk outside, baref00t, across my back yard and not step on twigs and brush. Victory is mine!

~n

Evolution of a Generation

I remember when these guys were all about the exact opposite of what they express now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRThqkw6Si4&feature=related

The Gods of Academia

May they protect me from more complaints.

oh lord...

...i have one of 'those' students.

you know the kind. they insist on clarification after every point made in class, and when asking questions never really seem to get to the point. i have one of those.

she was even annoying her classmates today. they began rolling their eyes around the fifth time her hand went up. and it's only the second day.

it's going to be a fun semester.

-bh

Nouveaux Jour

It's a new day. May it be as good as yesterday in parts, and better in others.
Love you all!

Bizarre

Even I think this is kind of weird.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrlvOYUay_4&feature=channel

buena suerte!

a few of us are returning to the classroom today (some on a new side of the desk)--so good luck to all of us.

may there be no trouble students or bureaucratic messes for us this term!

Stuffed Monkey Draws Pretty Penny . . . While Smoking a Pipe.

'My name is Fez; I first became famous in October of last year.

http://blog.nola.com/stephaniestokes/2008/10/stuffed_monkey_draws_pretty_pe.html

It was then that the above article was written, about how an Atlanta-area "interior decorator" discovered me and paid nearly four thousand dollars to have me lounge around his house, wearing my favorite hat, smoking a briar pipe...'

I thought this an appropriate inaugural micro-post, because I've been thinking lately how much I feel like this monkey. How much we all might feel like this monkey. Us who have so recently left school, feeling somehow overvalued, unable to live up to the expectations so confidently thrust upon us by the world. Like Fez's . . . fez, it seems sometimes I've put on a costume, that I'm only dressed to look the part, a suave capuchin monkey, legs casually crossed, indulging in a relaxing smoke that no doubt hides some swelling anxiety within. I wonder when I will feel the facade matches the person inside. I wonder when I will feel as badass as I look on a day-to-day basis.

Perhaps that's impossible.

Fez