A New Semester

Has dawned. Hopefully my last of this sort. I am coming off 12 consecutive days of work. It sucked and it has got me down.

I am trying to tap into something good and trying really hard to realign my meridians. Something feels really off.

Anyway - still waiting for the results of my licensure test. In the meantime, my new schedule has begun.

This is what I got and my schedule.

Mondays and Wednesday I have my final education class. It meets at 8:30 AM Mondays and Wednesdays for an hour and a half. In October I will be in a high school for about two hours at a time Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The good thing about this class is that there is no Friday class, the instructor is really good, the class is "supposed" to be really good, and it has a focus on high school. The bad thing is that it involves a great deal of group work and I am going to have to figure out a way to be gone from work two plus hours every M-W-F during October.

Shakespeare at 8:00 Tuesdays and Thursdays. Taught by the most animated and loudest professor I have ever had. He simply loves Shakespeare. He has told us that his class will always run long, but that we can leave when the time is up. If no one else is left - he said he likely will continue on anyway. He simply LOVES Shakespeare. He sounds exactly like Tom Hanks. Does not look like him, but sound just like him. Weird, especially at 8:00 in the morning. We are studying 9 plays.

And then I have an independent study. Literary Analysis - the one I thought I could get out of - could not, but at least was able to take it as an independent study with a cool professor. What is weird about this guy is that he sounds like Mr. Rogers. Does not look anything like him, but sounds an awful lot like him.

So I am trying to get charged up for one last semester. For some reason, at this particular time, I am not "up" for it yet, but nor am I dreading it - I am simply feeling indifferent towards the semester at hand.

I wish I could stop in at a service station and be realigned.

Speaking of service stations - the red car is gone, but that already seems like four sagas ago.

The Continuation of Our Ancient Planet of Knives or The Lot of the Pig

Holding the diminished being,
its form signaling defeat,
the rescuer, trapped by her circumstances,
was conflicted about what she should do,
bloodless and as a prop from a movie-set,
the tragically terminated creature was carried gently onward.