In between frightening small children and strangers with a glance and applying moisturizer by the quart, I've also been finishing up my first full semester of teaching. It's been such a great experience (glitches and resistant freshmen notwithstanding), and it feels so so good to have all of those essays graded. And the most exciting news (and that's saying something because having seventy five essays graded and done is pretty exciting) is that I get to teach Intro to Creative Writing in the fall! This is such a great opportunity, and I have to confess that I had trouble sleeping the night after I found out because I couldn't stop planning my syllabus. I'll be teaching another section of Comp as well, so that'll keep me busy during my first school year with Kiddo gone full time.
Yep, I said full-time. Kiddo is starting Kindergarten in the fall. We went to the orientation at her school, and she is so excited (in between her bouts of mourning for her preschool teacher and friends.) I too am very excited about all the alone time I will gain the fall, but I'm not going to lie: That school seemed so big, which made Kiddo seem that much smaller. I have to keep reminding myself who we're talking about here. Kiddo is unstoppable. A school full of kids twice her size won't daunt her.
Today is her last day of preschool, and I'm trying to crank out some work at BN before the summer of together begins. Kiddo will be going to day camp a bit over the summer, but mostly she'll be home with me. I'm not teaching over the summer, so I'm determined to get lots of writing done and stop being such a slack ass. I've even given up teaching the kiddos at church on Wednesday nights in hopes of limiting my exposure to germs. Let this be the summer of writing and writing some more and NOT GETTING SICK!