I
closed the door of my classroom approximately 168 hours ago, and it will remain
shut (barring trips back for reference material) until August 26. Since
the door closed I've hosted one barbecue, attended one wedding, attended one
Makers of Manchester meeting, met one Rhodes Scholar for a beer, spent three
days in curriculum-development workshops for a new Freshman Writing class,
shared one KC’s Rib Shack platter with my wife, slept about fifty hours, started
breaking in a new messenger bag, played three hours of (mostly losing) poker, watched
three episodes of The X Files, wrote a
couple of thousand new words of fiction, plowed through the new Rolling Stone and Poets & Writers, and read five books.
I
feel pretty good about the week, but I have a mixed reaction to the books.
