First week
Teaching from 6:00 to 9:30 on back-to-back nights when you have class during the day from 11:00 to 5:30 can be rough. At least I don’t have to stand up the whole time in order to learn. Sam, I think, would also prefer that I not be gone so long. Yesterday morning when I left he hid under the bed and barely looked at me when I said goodbye. This morning was better: he still stared at the ground in that depressed-but-adorable mood of his, but at least he let me rub his ears a little.
School is school. Most of my classes seem like they’ll be good ones. A couple are great, a couple crummy. I’m still waiting on my overload petition to go through—I’ll go in and bother the receptionist again tomorrow.
What I would like to have right now is a working printer. I have a printer, but the last time I checked, I remember it not working. I don’t think I figured out the exact problem, though, so I don’t know if it’s fixable. Having to print out syllabi, homework assignments, and petition stuff at school or John’s is a pain.
In the last several days I’ve deleted at least two or three legitimate comments with my twitchy “Mark All As Spam” finger. More often than not the 50 or so comments in the moderation queue every day ARE all spam, you see, so it’s usually faster that way. If that was you, please resend your comment, and I might be more careful next time. No promises, though. In fact, this is a good policy for always. If you leave a comment, and it doesn’t show up within a day or two, you might want to repost it. I don’t delete legitimate comments unless you’re on my super-bad list. If you’re on the list, you know you’re on it. Because I tell people.
But if you’ve gotten a comment through once, and you use the same email address from then on, they should always come through immediately, easy-peasy. Only the newbies get sent to moderation.
I just got a flash of the dream I had last night, but no matter how hard I smush my forehead into my knee, I can’t make it coherent enough to be worth telling. There was swimming, and a clubhouse with chewing gum and a flying car and then a cave and a mission and standing in lines and people in burlap sacks. . . nope. That’s a shame—I remember it being freaking awesome.
P.S. How do these get so long? I didn’t put a fold in this post at first because I thought I’d written like ten lines, just a quick little thing. Sheesh.