Oh, back to school time.
I am engaging in some pretty heavy denial that summer could ever possibly end. Clearly I am going to continue plucking cherry tomatoes and waking up without an alarm for ever and ever amen.
And, simultaneously, I’m enjoying the space to think about my teaching without having to make copies for the class that’s starting in 3 minutes. I’ve designed a whole new class, a new class website, set up spreadsheets and calendars and routines.
I am, in short, channeling Whitman:
Do I contradict myself?Very well then I contradict myself,(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
I am also, making things. And in full, multitude-containing form. I have both the efficiently practical and the sweetly reflective. This, I think, is the nature of back to school season. We handle a hundred details, and we carefully launch the relationships that will carry us through the term.
