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Writing and Snacks : Greg van Eekhout

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Yes, it is. No, it isn't.

First two weeks of class gone by, occasional tinges of panic and despair when I contemplate my teetering stack of grading, but I'm still walking amongst the living. I'm such a trooper! Go, me!

And tomorrow's my last day at the Day Job, and the new contract gig doesn't start till next Thursday, so that gives me a few days to grade and plan lessons and that sort of thing before my next class meeting. And then, one hopes, these journal entries will consist of content more interesting than these laments of being busier than a termite in a toothpick factory.

Doodles! If I owe you a doodle, can you give me a little bit more time? I've drawn about half of the ones I pledged to, and I'll be getting back to them soon.

Email! Do I owe you email? Nudge me if I do?

Haircut! Need one. Will resist taking on the job myself.

Mantis! I like the mantis form I'm learning. It's kinda baby mantis, but still neat and fun and very difficult for the likes of me. It's the jumping and kicking. I'm not so good with the jumping and kicking at the same time.

I could always dress like a slob at my Day Job, but I feel compelled to tuck my shirt in at the teaching gig, for some reason. And I notice that my gut doesn't hang over my belt the way it used to. So, it does seem as though all those funny and awkward attempts to jump and kick have had some benefit.

I think if I were a handy hobby and crafts guy, I'd devote my life to making hoax Sasquatch fossils. Kind of a dirty trick, but what a hoot that would be!

Today I showed one of my classes the Monty Python argument clinic sketch. I made up some stuff to make it sound like I was discussing the art of argumentation in an essay, but I admitted that I really showed it to them because I believe you shouldn't be able to get through college without having seen it.

It's my class. I'm in charge.

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