I have the day off today. I wasn’t supposed to. A colleague and I were supposed to go to a workshop today, so I cancelled my classes at one college. Last night, they cancelled the workshop because of snow. I’m disappointed about that, but…I have a day off. Free time! And I have no idea what to do with myself!
I’m teaching 8 classes this semester (6 at one school, 2 at another). It is insane. Really. I have no time to do anything anymore. I teach back to back classes Monday through Thursday, 8am-5pm. Fridays are an “easy” day, with classes from 8:30-11:10. I am exhausted. They’re all writing/literature classes, so I’ve been up late every night grading papers and commenting on drafts. It’s too much. I’m looking forward to next semester, when I’ll only have 4 classes at one college.
I haven’t been reading anything aside from student papers, which is…depressing. I just don’t have the time. I did place a rather large order a few weeks ago — the new Stephen King, new Toni Morrison, and new Sarah Vowell.
Mary Karr came to campus for a reading last week. She taught a master class in the afternoon, discussing a writer’s obligation to their audience. Then, I had the honor of going out to dinner with her with other folks from the department. She is an amazing woman. Completely unapologetic, not afraid to say exactly what she wants. She gave a fantastic reading that night, reading from Cherry, and her most recent book of poetry.
I think I might take a nap now. I haven’t had a nap in months!