You know what's amazing? When you read a poem by one of your students and realize that you are JEALOUS and wish that you had written the poem yourself. I am going to have to confess this to Sara tomorrow afternoon when we have lunch and talk poetry. Jealous, of all things!
What else can I confess today?
I felt really shady taking this photo of a dismantled something in the building where I teach, but I took it anyway. I'm not sure why I felt so devious, but I did.
I have my office door closed, but my window is open, open, open!
I'm not making dinner tonight. And I am not going to go view and pet adoptable dogs after we go out for dinner tonight. I'm not! No dogs. No. Nary a sniff nor a woof.
I confess that I am never caught up. Are you ever really caught up? I'm not.
I confess that sometimes I must remind myself that having to read poems for the next three hours is not work.
Here I go.