Joe just left for his first day of teaching. He was excited and joked that it was the first time all month that he hasn't worn gym shorts.
I am eating oatmeal and drinking English Breakfast tea. I am also staring at my two folders of student essays, none of which I've read, and considering telling my students that this was just a practice round: "These won't be graded. Just look back at them and think about what you could have done better."
I always do this. I wait too long to start, so in my mind it's turned into this terrible, grueling, impossible feat. But really, if I just started, I would see it's not so bad. It's like that with a lot of things for me: making phones calls, ambitious craft projects, exercise. Last year when I was riding my bike to school, the hardest part was the all-uphill ride home. After class, I would spend an hour sitting around the office trying to get psyched up to do it.
So, after I finish this oatmeal, which I've made way too much of, I am going to start! Here we go. Someone put on the coffee.