Not to beat the dead, depressed horse, but I find myself rapt with embarassment in addition to the overall theme of disappointment apparent in the past several months (@least).
However, reading "The Negro" by W.E.B. DuBois on an E-Ink device has managed to divert my attention from general malaise in the immediate moment.
I may slowly be coming to the resolution that I am supposed to be teaching something somewhere.
This would be a realization had it not already been that more than a decade ago.
Perhaps this will be the solar cycle that I get over the common feeling that teaching is the result of failure.
Thinking about it now, there was a time when I would have been adamant to vehement against such a suggestion.
Oh, to be so prodigal...
However, reading "The Negro" by W.E.B. DuBois on an E-Ink device has managed to divert my attention from general malaise in the immediate moment.
I may slowly be coming to the resolution that I am supposed to be teaching something somewhere.
This would be a realization had it not already been that more than a decade ago.
Perhaps this will be the solar cycle that I get over the common feeling that teaching is the result of failure.
Thinking about it now, there was a time when I would have been adamant to vehement against such a suggestion.
Oh, to be so prodigal...
