So tomorrow, I am back at the college. I have mixed feelings. Looking forward to getting back to my work routine, but not the needy, clingy students. I usually wear out around September. It's been a great month off, however, despite my pregnancy issues. A month goes quickly when you're bumming around, crocheting, drinking tea or coffee, a hit of Patron for the holidays, reading great books, savouring homemade pumpkin pancakes, watching movies, cleaning from time to time, a little visiting, eating good food and going out to a nice restaurant occasionally, for no reason--specifically. I love it when I have a break from cooking. My other half lives up to the Mexican tradition of cooking and eating in--so when we do go out to a nice restaurant, it's a big deal--a few hours of get-away.
Tomorrow will begin with new students coming into the department. Some will look a little scared, lost and others will be ready to jump in. This Spring semester I have vowed (to myself) to teach with enthusiasm all the way to the end (next December) and avoid becoming repetitive or sounding boiler plate-ish. I'm redecorating my office, well...really just adding another piece of artwork and house some of my own books in my office. I will add a few other whatnots and such to keep myself engaged in my duty as a teacher. After Spring time, it's so easy to jump rail and have a burn out.
I also plan to teach my classes this new year with a tad more umpf! I may video myself just to watch it later and note areas that need improvement or not. And I will give out rate-your-essay-writing-workshop-instructor sheets after class is over to see what students really think.
In any event please stop by postsecret and see what new secrets are out. Some are just completely mindblowing.
It's May 2012 and nothing has changed since November.11. I am all smiles at my relationship and myself. My honey and I continue to amaze each other on a daily basis. We're still ever so 'in' with each other. I completed my MA in literature last May and I'm teaching four college English courses to really smart students. I am hopeful to enter a doctorate program soon. This way, I can run out.All is scary good.
upon hearing your voice life again expands like moon crest like pomegranates swell to the sun and you are patient because god calls
when he came for you this morning you were bent into the flower bed singing black hymns so he left you alone until this third afternoon but even then he found you elbow deep in jewel weed with a mouthful of figs from a nearby tree again he waited because each time seemed to him an inconvenience and a wrong moment
and it was your persistent humming that drove him up and back until he could get his timing perfect he waited another day or so until
your gardening tools rest into porch corners your paring knife shines deeply into a drawer your hair comb lies slanted in a shoebox your wedding band hides in the mattress your fishing rod stays stolen
the sound of your voice desires to sing or hum but this time is perfect he has covered you like lavender-colored silence but he has also added streaks of olive green and pink because this is what the other soul-folk has told him to do and he has become tired in the process and therefore begins to rush sonances of your body he finds you the least complex when you are not outdoors digging in that garden, humming hymns and thriving and for a moment he questions his own timing its perfection and everything goes accordingly until he finds you have buried fruit peels and wandering jew petals underneath your back this does not anger him but it tilts his agility to deliver you and in his own questioning and presence of smells that he cannot privilege all this over powers his choice all this reels his otherwise perfection into letting you go
when i see you sitting in the plush squares of limitless St. Augustine your eyes are lit like crystal warmed soil releases from each of your hands
how did i get to this point this point of knowing you for you are nearly a century old