The end of the semester and I'm a little heartbroken. In a good way. Saying goodbye to these two creative writing courses was bittersweet: I'm glad, of course, to reach the end generally unscathed but sad to see these sweethearts go off. My non-fiction class, especially: they were such troopers, though there were days when they jumped off the deep-end. Yesterday I commented they were like herding cats at times. And now they've made a Facebook group for "the best class ever!!!"
I can't stand it.
I have my old chair back. Goodbye, Jazzy. And just as I was getting good at driving it. Back in this one isn't strange, exactly, but I do have to readjust. Its driving style, it's speed, which seems insane after the Jazzy's lethargic puttering.
I have a long, sentimental post in mind that I keep avoiding.