And my students. I can't tell you how much I love teaching, and how much I look forward to meeting each of my new students. Getting to know them. Learning what kind of writer they are, what kind of person. I like them a lot at this point of the semester, with their eager, young faces. Knowing that they likely have set goals for themselves that I can possibly help them accomplish. It's a kind of delight, the new semester, and the fall semester is always more glistening than the spring. Fresher.
I taught very early this morning. Well, first days are usually all about taking care of business, passing out syllabi, learning names and faces. I woke up at 4:50am, got in a 4 mile run (what?), and copied my syllabus before being in class at 7:30am. Luckily, I'm a morning person, and teaching always fuels me with a kind of energy that's hard to find in a cup of coffee.
I'm sleepy now, though, and the day's barely half over. I headed over to my new
This semester is all about trying to figure out a good schedule for myself, since I'm not taking classes any more, but I have to read a mountain of books. But for today, I'm enjoying the first day.