Last night I ended with one class, only to come home and get ready for the class tonight. Always crazy to think we've ridden the 15-week wave together. I know it's hard to admit, but the blurring of such rituals are real, even if the learning is new to the students in my care. I love them, really I do, but the conveyor belt is so fast at this point, that I can't keep any of it straight.
Did I already teach this? Have we discussed this? Stop me if I'm being repetitive.
I loved yesterday's prompt to push us to make flowers out of rain showers...to write optimism over our despairing selves. I've tried to do this all my life, keeping the ugly to the side, but it is a hard battle. It's too easy to get into the Chicken-Little syndrome, because there's always reasons to think the sky is falling. Schindler's List vs. Life is Beautiful. Similar stories. Different takes (and that is a horrible analogy, I know). It's just that I've always fought to find joy, even in joyless times, even if it is not my natures. For me, happiness is a choice (but I know many others don't see it this way).
So, to respond to yesterday's poem prompt I tried to explain myself a little. Happy Tuesday. I can't wait to be finished with teaching this semester.
