11th Sep 2007
struggling
This year, this fall has been tougher than most. I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s that I’m now far enough into my new career that there isn’t the slow start to the semester. Remember those first days of school? It used to take a little while for most of your classes to get started, everyone was glad to see each other after a long summer, and the leaves were turning. We had new clothes and shoes. The halls were hung with posters and everyone was talking about the Homecoming Dance, or the Greek Rush, or whatever the social events calendar had to offer. (In the case of rush, my friends and I were busy parodying it, but that’s a story for another time. I didn’t set foot in a fraternity house after my freshman year — at least until I was married to a Delta Chi alum and found myself a fraternity wife. Now that’s weird.)
This year started like a good book, in the middle of the action (in media res, for you latin buffs) and I haven’t caught my breath yet. New classes to prep, committee work to do, connections to be made. Recommendations to write, people to see. Add to that a spring conference we’re thinking about having here at MSU on new literacies. Oh, and the book. Right, right. I’m so busy juggling, I don’t even flinch when a couple of the balls hit the floor. Instead I apologize and keep my hands in motion. Sometimes the best thing is a little sleight of hand, I think.
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