Today I published that course, and there are responses to the first discussion, so. You know. Teaching.
But I am actually looking forward--so much--to starting the semester. It's possible that I am cramming too much stuff into pretty much all of my courses. I want my students to have it all! All the learning! So we'll see how that goes.
All that remains is for me to pick an outfit. And, you know, make my notes. Like, prepare.
p.s. In my files, I found a letter I wrote to my students in an online version of the poetry class I'm going to teach tomorrow. I really loved that class. Here's some advice I gave them that I've decided I should remember myself:
"It’s all choices, and [poetic] forms give you some more choices, maybe. Anyway, I hope that you feel your poetic means have increased as a result of the work you’ve done in the class. As I’ve observed your work, it seems to me that each poet has done some new and surprising things as a result of these forms. That’s something worth cherishing, in my book.
I wanted to give you some advice that’s been hard-won for me. Maybe you get a head start on your poetic life by my sharing it with you. Here it is: take the feedback you get and weigh it in your own mind. At the end of the day, it’s always still your poem, and you get to decide what happens to your poem. One more bit of advice: no one—and I mean no one—gets to decide for you whether you write or not. Only you get to decide whether you write, and what you write. You don’t need anyone else’s permission."
Cheers to all my teacher peeps. Knock 'em dead. You know, teach.