So, I guess my gas ran out. Yesterday afternoon, I fell asleep from 4 to 7 p.m., which messed up my schedule. Then, after class went so poorly this morning, it took me until now to feel better. My problems are decidedly minor, however, as a quick gander at some other folks' blogs has shown me.
My experiment with "opening up" the English 102 curriculum failed. The students don't even offer me the courtesy of their negative energy, forget positive energy. Next week, when I'll probably start being observed by a student "mentoree" for an instructor/mentor program I am taking part in, things'll have to be a lot more structured. The kids just wake up and want to get the f out, many of them at least. And then the other ones that pay attention expect more structure. So, they'll get it. I'm going to prepare a worksheet that addresses some boring English stuff--grammar, citation, all that killer stuff. Then I'm going to get the students to pick out "shocking or remarkable" quotes from the Krishnamurti "Education and World Peace" chapter that I gave them today.
Anyway, I got back my groove by reading Lawrence Durrell. He has a sweet double perspective sequence where one event, described from the POV of one character, gets redescribed over the course of a Alexandria fair scene sequence. I'm more than halfway through Balthazar, the second of the quartet, and it feels like the part I just read has realized the promise of Durrell's chosen format. The new knowledge comes about not merely via information, but through dramatic literary effect--a crescendo. May we all have our crescendoes.
A bad start of the day was made worse when I poured a cup of tea after coming home this morning. The cup cracked along its side due to heat, and scalding water slowly poured out, burning the inside part of my middle finger on my left hand. G-d save me.