I’m not a pessimist, you’re right.
I should stop mad-blogging (but I won’t).
I went and had coffee shortly after I wrote the blog. He’s an adjunct professor and I love love love bitching to him about all the stuff I will bitch-blog about (don’t worry). We also share grading stories (like 4th grade level writing [I shit you not] in papers and when someone writes “dong” instead of “doing”).
Yesterday we shared my worries. Or rather I shared, and he graciously giggled, listened, and advised.
I was reminded that there are people out there who see things the way I do, education isn’t a lost cause, and, yes, my class sucks/I’m not just making this shit up.
I think I’ll have to have this pep talk every week.
And then of course I went and cuddled the crap out of my bunny, which was awesome as per usual, and my “faith” in all things good was restored because of her fluffy.
