Alas, Karal would ruin that fantasy, because she's such a spastic, pain-in-the-ass.
Yes, much has been going on in the last month that I haven't been writing about, and I have May to begin processing it all. I've been saving the foxy lady for day one, and don't wish to unleash a million and one gripes here on the first day back from being poetic. I actually have about a billion and one gripes, but I need to position myself around the optimism I've built my life around.
I do know that I brought a lifetime of ice cream to yesterday's SEHD faculty meeting: Magnum Bars, sorbets, and Snicker's frozen treats. There's enough to last faculty a few more weeks in the Dean's Office. I also know that CWP summer work is upon me and I have not even opened those folders...especially for the teacher applications.
With thanks to Gholdy Muhammad, I want the summer spent rejuvenating joy, not only for educators, but for the young people we work with. Our systems have slowly become absolutely joyless, and we have to be smart with remaking them (should those in power ever choose to listen).
I'm off to campus today to discuss community-engaged scholarship, and then I need to jump into graduate grading, as the undergraduates were finished during the monsoons of the past weekend.
I should note the fox is without any dead animal in its mouth because she was heading to the hunt, rather than returning to it. I love that her morning ritual has paralleled my own, and I'm thankful she's yet to return with a cat in her mouth. That might be a little too much, even for me.
I've said it many times and will say it again. No major decisions or discussions should ever occur during the last two weeks when students, staff, and faculty are overwhelmed with all still needing to be done.
Yes, I wish I had summers like everyone else... 'away to do research,' but that's never been the case because summer has BEEN the research.
Here we go Tuesday....you can pay me that Hamburger, Whimpy.
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