Tomorrow is the last day of classes. Sunday is usually the day of doom, unless you teach on Tuesday and Thursday but today felt fairly carefree. That's because the burden of proof has shifted to the students, where it belongs, until they turn in their final papers, when the burden of proof goes back to me again (why this grade and not that grade? etc.) For now, I could be anyone with a "real" job. Or someone with no job at all! I could even wash my car on a weekday! Who would know what I'm up to? Except that I never wash my car. That would really be something. Why is she washing her car? What does THIS mean?
I told my students, after the Virginia Tech thing, not to start profiling each other, that college was a good time to experiment and be odd. Who knows what your neighbors really think of you? You believe they think you are nice, and a regular person, but for all you know, they see you as a wild-eyed, drug crazed insane person with bizarre habits (coming home at 1 am!) (working all night!) (the things you throw away!) and even more bizarre friends and associates (who WAS that person with the cape?)
If this is the last entry you read, don't be surprised. I have no idea how to return to this blog-thing to write more.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
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