It All Blurs Together

Some days I'm not sure what I have or haven't done. Just now, I had to look at my list of posts to see if I'd written yet today! That's the first time that's happened. My blog is almost always on my mind; when I see something interesting or have a curious exchange with someone, I think about how I could work that into a post. Whether I do or not, I'm glad that my blog has gotten me into the habit of thinking like that, thinking like a writer. This also reminds me of a weird conversation I had before class a few weeks ago with one of my students. For some reason, it makes me think of Napoleon Dynamite. It went something like this: "How are you today?" "I'm fine, thanks. How are you?" I'm good." "I broke my watch last week. My wrist feels naked. I have this nice pendant watch [I demonstrate] but it's not especially convenient to look at during class." A few moments of silence, as we sit on the bench waiting for the professor who has the classroom before my class meets finishes up. "So, do you think you'll get your watch fixed?" "Yes, I just haven't had time yet." (As I write that, I see that it's funny: haven't had TIME! Get it? Because my watch was broken.) "Oh, well, that's good."

I've grown to like that afternoon class and even my morning class, but I still like my Saturday group best. We had an interesting and respectful discussion of religion, especially as it relates to politics and media. I appreciated their acceptance of each other's views. In my other class on that campus (the late afternoon class), the students are nice enough, just kind of "factioned" and intolerant. Sadly, that keeps me from introducing certain topics in class; it isn't that I'm afraid of talking with people whose ideas differ from my own and each other's. It's that I don't think they possess the maturity to engage in civil discourse. I do enough to get them thinking, but less than in my other classes.

But back to my initial point . . . I barely know what day it is lately. I accidently got up before 5:00 this morning because I forgot I hadn't changed my bedroom clock. It's been three weeks since the time change, and every other morning but today I knew my bedroom clock was an hour ahead. Last week, I woke up in a panic every day trying to figure out what day it was. Ah, the hazards of having a weird work schedule. I think I'm back on track. And now I will remember that I really did write my blogpost today.