Resistance

Man! Some weekends, it's just nearly impossible to make myself do my job. This is one of them. I like my students. I really like watching their work grow. I feel useful when I give comments on thier work that helps that process along. I adore sitting in the room with them, talking over and analyzing our reading, cracking jokes, doing flash research in databases and the web to look stuff we (ie: they) don't know from the reading. It's good, just, and sometimes beautiful. ...

But I still don't want to grade. I don't want to finish my teaching portfolio for the metting next week. I don't want to even think about my cirriculum notebooks. They're a mess...because I use them to teach, so there's notes jotted/scrawled everywhere. Not pretty, but as Karen said, authentic. Plus, I "forgot" (in the Freudian way) to make some copies that I need for them. Just noticed That this afternoon.

I have cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen, mended some clothes, watered the plants, called some friends, fortune told with the I Ching (possible problem ahead), slept in, hung out, and gone to the Nasher Sculpture Center with Andrew, Hiram, and Heather to see AmAzing exhibit of architecture of Renzo Piano, hear a soprano sing lovely arias and crack my heart open, flirt with strangers, and have a cold, crisp, Cape Cod, bought the Most Adorable little clock radio, about 5x5x2". It's so EuroMod and cute, I could Not Not-Buy it. Actually, it reminds me of R2-D2.

But, I have not done my job. And now, it's Sunday night, and my job looms, and my head still zooms off to Other Things when I sit down to Do My Job. Time for the Timer Fake-Out: set the alarm for an hour from now, hope I get in a groove.