I should probably avoid writing when very tired. I’m yawning every minute or so, my eyes are watery and barely open, and I could fall asleep in, oh, about a second. But here I am. Because apparently I have something to say.
It’s only the 5th day of the semester, and already I’m bone tired, ready for it all to be over. Don’t get me wrong, I love every second (mostly) of my job. But I am tired.
I’m also a bit frustrated that I’m not reading anything of interest right now. Nothing has really struck my fancy in months, it seems. I’m re-reading The Reader, which I loved when I read it years ago, but it’s boring me this time around. I don’t know if it’s because I’m so tired, or what. But it’s getting really annoying.
A friend and I are thinking about starting a face-to-face book club, which is exciting. I have to admit, I miss taking literature classes. I miss sitting around with a bunch of folks, dissecting literature. I mean, I still do it to some extent in my classes, but it’s not the same. I try not to offer my own thoughts/opinions so that the students are encouraged to think for themselves. Hopefully, the book club will be a good outlet for me. I’ve already started making a list of potential books (at the top, A Prayer for Owen Meany, which I love).
One thing I’m very excited about is the upcoming Dodge Poetry Festival. Any poetry lovers who are in the NJ/NY/PA area must go. I’m super excited about Lucille Clifton, Charles Simic, Sharon Olds, Billy Collins, and my colleague BJ Ward. Check out the website — there are many more fantastic poets that I haven’t listed here.