Broken shards of Pottery and blackboards

Aight, so the personal stuff first.

I found this note that Ferriswheel once gave me. It said: "Live in the moment, but don't get carried away by it."

(Ferriswheel, if you're reading this, know that I miss you.). That of course brought with it a whole host of memories and the rather grim realization that I can't escape myself. 

I'm tired of the battles in my head. (If you know to make them stop, and if you can teach me to be still, please mail me. No, really.)


Additionally, aforementioned memories prove that my broken shards of pottery and I will, at least for a time, follow you wherever, when you lead me by my nose.

Because, that's just how it is. That's how I am. (#the more you know, right?)


And, I have to say, this mindfuck comes at a terrible time. Teaching is time-consuming enough without having to shovel out personal, teenage-angsty crises alongside.


On that note, teaching.
Met the classes, and they seem promising.
Also, reading Elly Williams' Reflections on Teaching Freshman Composition offers hope, no?


I have exciting Kafka and an indep. short story planned for tomorrow. Provided, of course the U decides to open despite terrible driving conditions.