Always Something
I'd like to be able to select more than one mood. Tired/determined is not the same as tired/weepy or tired/accomplished. I guess today I would fall into the first category. I've had a busy week at AAA and I have to teach class in 20 minutes, somehow conveying the idea that research papers are unintimidating, important and not a waste of time to a lot of people who probably think the opposite. Sometimes they are a waste of time; as a person who's written her fair share of them, I know that as well as anyone. They also make you feel tired/accomplished, which isn't a bad way to feel, all things considered.
Ian has another art show at UCF beginning tonight. I'm proud of the way he's taking the art program by storm. Is it okay to feel proud of your friends when you have nothing to do with their accomplishments? Is it too maternal or big sisterly to feel proud of anyone but yourself? Ian putting himself out there and making art and arguing with people about art and encouraging others to get their art public makes me want to do the same.
I did give a poetry reading last week. That was fun and made me feel accomplished for about two days. Now I'm kind of sliding back to feeling bad that I haven't written anything new in months. Time to get to work on something besides work. That fleeting high of the reading did get me worked up enough to send out a slew of submissions, a few to high falutin' magazines I probably won't make it into.
Well, it's time to go teach. A wish for luck to my friend and thanks for the inspiration, and a little prayer to the god of exhausted adjuncts that no one asks a question I can't answer and that I don't have to throw anyone out for text messaging in class (even though Alice thinks it's hilarious that I can get people in trouble at school, I hate disciplining students).