It's the very beginning of week 4, in fact, and the first class today after the July 4th weekend. The two of us over-imbibed three nights in a row this weekend, and I'm feeling more than the usual Monday I-don't-wannas.
Not much to report on classes, actually. They're fine, and they're as good as they're going to get. I have a few pretty brilliant students, several that are above average (certainly more than I get in fall and spring), and just a few whose writing skills are in serious need of remediation.
In a way, the idea of taking any college course in six blinkin' weeks is insane. There's not much room (or time) for real development or betterment; you have to hit it and keep the pedal to the floor the whole time. Conversely, you (arguably) retain more, and there's less chance to slack. But I don't know if *I* could take a composition course in six weeks and come out on the other side feeling anything more than relief. Like basic training, I surmise.
Sorry I haven't been more diligent in posting. Life intrudes. I may soon do a "laundry list" post and get a lot of little things said.
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