Did I ever say I hated my students? Did I ever call them dumb? They're not--as of today, they're officially great. That's been two days in a row with good in-class discussion, and lest my ears deceive me, a compliment or two to boot. Considering that we're discussing poetry, about which I feel much more qualified than, say, the literature of Kipling or Sophocles or Ghandi, I'm wishing we were going to spend the whole quarter on it instead of three days. Alas, the book review is calling all our names.
I love teaching. A whole week of goodness all bundled in fog and cold and a parking ticket, but I don't care--a whole good week of teaching! Maybe this is the right career.