I haven’t posted since I posted about The Historian because, well, I haven’t finished any reading or writing since then! Right now I’m the middle of a book I borrowed from another teacher but haven’t finished it yet. I’ve been a bit bogged down in grading and class prep for my English classes, and at this point I am wondering why I chose three new books for my college class, which keeps me prepping every week.
Every year and every semester, I start to worry that I’ve gotten too ambitious, that I’ve over-planned and overestimated the students and overthought assignments– that I’ve missed the forest for the trees, in other words, that I got too excited about ambition when I should have been thinking about fundamentals. I’m trying to remedy the faults I see as they come up, and I know the year will smooth out some, but it’s hard to remember sometimes.
This is why I need to read and write– it gets me out of my own head, and afterwards, I always feel more centered, more grounded, more sure of my place in the world. I think a bookstore run may be in order.
