We’re Married
December 19th, 2009
It’s Been A Long Time
” . . .without a dope beat to step to, step to, step to .. .”
Bonus cool points for those who got the reference without having to look it up.
S’up? Currently it is 5:30am and I figure I should write something. Oh the life updates.
Working at as an assistant professor of education. Yes, the completed Masters of Fine Arts in poetry has come in handy, or something. Which means, yes, I have also graduated. Mandy and I have successfully moved to Boston, and we both have jobs. Though time will tell what “success” means. Wedding plans are running along relatively smoothly. I am bridezilla: hear me roar.
Working in higher ed is weird. Getting used to losing my content. I’m not teaching English (et al) or Philosophy any more. I’m teaching education to undergrad and grad students. I’m middle of the road in age. Many of my students are going into education in light of the economic downturn. Always wanted to teach, lost job, why the hell not do it now? So ages range from 19 to 60. I kid you not. And I’m the “experpt” on curriculum, methods and classroom management. Funny.
I miss my kids. I miss my content. But I’m making this work as best I can. Currently I feel like there is a lot of downtime. I went from teaching 6-7 classes a day, everyday, with 100+ kids, to (currently) one class, once a week, with 26 students, and a handfull of student teacher to take care of all around MA. weird. Taking on more responciblities where I can, to lighten the load of my collegues and to stay busy. Designing a new course for next year (old habits die hard) and seeing where I can maybe squeeze into my old content. We’ll see.
Be nice if I could “find time” to write, poetry and music. Hmm.
Packing
Five years is a long time to live somewhere. Esp for a pack-rat such as myself. Things forgotten and then remembered in living color abound and then are thrown away.
This place is emptying out. Quickly.
People ask the question of being excited for the move. Too overwhelmed at the moment packing. And then the cleaning will begin. The drive. The flight. The drive. The flight. The flight. The flight. The flight. The flight. With more packing, cleaning, and unpacking and repacking between them. This is my summer. With a few other distractions thrown in.
The only things not packed are my computer, tv, and some recording equiptment. First thing in, last thing out.
Going anywhere for supplies or to read or to work is a form of packing. Packing memories one last time. I left for twenty minutes today to buy a lock for the trailer that is coming. Ran into two former students and a co-worker. That won’t happen again. Not here.
My classroom is already empty.
Soon my apt will look the same, but with fewer holes in the walls. I think.
Soon
I will bring myself to make the obvious post. The one about last day for seniors, my last senior class at Westy.
The one about hanging out with them as we both head into the next phase of life.
The one about saying goodbye to my jrs who I won’t lead to graduation.
The one about parting sighs and shots.
The one about grading last projects and packing up my room.
The one about final farewells, parties, talks, drives, bowling, and music.
But right now I’m off to gradaution.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.
~ Frost
Waging War
You’ve reached the internet device of T-H-E G-R-E-Y-P-A-R-T-Y and MEH.
I am on the battlefield and sorry that I am unavailable to answer your call.
I’ll be back carrying my shield, or being carried on it.
Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I’ve washed all the blood off.
Most of it won’t be mine.
BEEEEEEEP!