I genuinely care about teaching. I must, because it is Saturday evening and I am thinking about what I plan to put together tomorrow in terms of developing a semester for these freshman comp students. Heck, I even gave some thought to writing up part of it this evening. I won’t actually do that. What it all means is that I care about the work. I care about being good at the job and providing an experience the students can walk away from with some genuinely valid information and skills. I feel that way about all the classes. I also want them to have fun. I want them to be able to enjoy the learning process.
I care about the work I create. This is what I’ve spent 45+ years figuring out. I care about what I write and how it is received and how I am perceived. I don’t care about the ‘level’ I am writing at or teaching at. I just want to put out a good product. That is enough for me to be satisfied with my work life.
Some Thoughts:
- The mid-kid is out hanging with friends. He drove. This is a different situation than we’ve had with all but one other boy, and for me it is the first time a kid in school really went to kick back with friends and handled his own transport. They are growing. I am moving further away from the raising kids phase of life and closer to the exploring who I am post-dad phase of life.
- So who is that guy?
- Presently I think I am on my partner’s nerves. The stray snide comments are striking like hot embers. I don’t know why I launch them. Moreover (yeah I overuse that word), I don’t know why I continue to complain about the absolute over-saturation of anime culture in the house. It isn’t going to change. So why complain?