the return from spring break

Sometimes teaching is amazingly fun. I missed these guys. I had lots of stuff to tell them from over break and it'll take all week to get it out, so that's fun. Class today was spirited even though there wasn't much controversy or any special activity, just going over history mostly and comprehension. Wednesday I'll give back papers and have a writing exercise, and we'll be talking about the other stories that keep infringing on this one: Beauty and the Beast, Sleepign Beauty, Jane Eyre, Jekyll and Hyde, etc. Today it feels like i could do this forever. Tomorrow is my freshman class, though, and they usually drag me down. Plus when I run into people I have subtle reminders of my "place." I wish I could learn to be content. But I've privileged ambition for so long that the idea is ingrained. If I'm not working for a higher goal, for achievement, then what's the point? The point should just be teaching, though, helping others discover new ideas. The rest is really just mind games.

I have 12 more papers to grade today and to finish prepping for the freshmen. Also the gym. I keep thinking I'm done and I have little to do, but it'll take me 4-6 hrs to do the papers, so I guess I should start.