I selected you on the basis of strict criteria:
- in it for the duration.
And for meeting all those standards, you were good, you were very good. You did your job and more.
But how deeply moved I felt, when day was done, to take you off and resume my soft, stretchy, which is to say giving, home outfit.
I won't forget you, but still.
Dear Last Student Conference of the Day,
It wasn't even a long day, really, student conference-wise: just six. But you, Last Student Conference of the Day, were at 7 p.m., when I was already in my soft, stretchy, which is to say giving, home outfit. And I was hungry.
It helped that the student was a good one. That she was genuinely interested in talking about her writing. That she told me she liked my class, and yes, I did believe her.
And yet, upon your conclusion, Last Student Conference of the Day, my energies did finally flag. And thus, Rubio's and The Big Bang Theory. Last week's episode and tonight's. And a big, deep sigh.
Dear Slightly-Better-Than-Fast-Food Taco,
Thank you for being there in my hour of need. You are not the best taco in the world. But you are not the worst, and you are ready and willing when my energies do flag. Also, no one will complain if I wear my soft, stretchy, which is to say giving, outfit to acquire and eat you.
srsly, thank you,
Dear End of the Week,
Even though I still have eight more student conferences tomorrow, and ten more assignments to read before that, and even though I must go into work to conduct said conferences, it is a fact that, when the week you come at the end of has been full of student conferences and other things, including appointments that I've forgotten and tasks piling up and not enough writing or reading and the mounting of deadlines:
Even so, End of the Week, OMG you taste so sweet.
So very sweet!
thanks to Ann for the