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.
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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.
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I have a long, sentimental post in mind that I keep avoiding.
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I know how you feel, Paul. Today was my last day with my Intro to Poetry students. Sigh. What a sweet bunch of kids.
Let out the longness and the sentimentality. We can handle it.
no sentimentality...it leads to mush.
balanced with sense it leads to wonderfulness.
Bring on the sentiment and the handkerchiefs.
Don't avoid the sentimental. What else could we have?
awwww! We miss you too!
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