January 25, 2011

Drove through the snow yesterday to the Y, then walked to school and back. I felt, and feel, terrific. Let this be a lesson to me.

Crappy Humanities lecture. When there’s a crappy lecture you have to spend at least a while undoing damage, or at the least proving that things need not be so boring as they seem to be. Students come to a class, in which we engage in textual analysis, without books. I feel a blast of rage welling to the surface, quell it, merely go on with the class. I’m sure they couldn’t buy books because they’re paying for their grandmother’s chemo, or lost them saving babies from a fire.