Wednesday, August 08, 2001

How Blogging Works

Every day, life just sort of passes by, and I like to think of myself sometimes as a driver as I choose the route I want to take, and sometimes I fancy myself more a passenger, staring out the window and making notes in my head.

Sometimes, something will jump out at me, and I think to myself, I should write about that. Maybe it was something funny I saw, an overheard conversation I heard, a sign I saw posted. Other times, it's just something that I thought about for a few minutes, and it seemed interesting enough to write about. Other times I have a good idea about what to write about at a later date. I make a note and go on with my work. I do have a stash of things set aside should the moment arise that there is, literally, nothing to talk about. Prompts, if you will.

It's not easy to commit myself to writing, really, but I do know that so many do check the page on a regular basis, that I kind of have to make it a point to add something new, not for me, but for the reader, my ever present Voodoo Baby who no doubt is probably checking out my page to pass the time and see what mischief I got myself into today.

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Today I found out that I am going to have to let some of my students go. That means that I can no longer offer them a position that they were probably expecting to return into in the fall. At least three of them. I am a little hurt by this, but it's the way of the world. We simply cannot afford to pay them this semester. Or probably even this year. This means that they are going to have to deal with more of the work, bear the brunt of it all. Which, in all likelihood means that I will also have to do my time doing what I would normally ask my students to do.

Summer for me has pretty much ended. I have students coming back to campus early. (Did you ever go back early? hell no, I say, my children, hell no!) The campus is starting to pick up traffic, and you can hear the voices of young people in the hallway now. It feels a little like you are being roused in your sleep by the fire engine. You hear it in the distance, quietly approaching, then as it nears, it attacks your eardrums and you shut your eyes from the noise and gradually, as it came, it goes away. Yes, that is the school year. It roars to life like a THX film and rattles your chest from out of nowhere.

I am not thrilled with working the next two weekends, but I am excited with the prospect of meeting the newbies and working with them. It's very very exciting. Then soon enough that excitement becomes hurry up and get to vacation already, I'm sick of youse.

I gave my boss my one-year notice. I've had it up to here with some of the things that are going on in the workplace, nothing that is too bad, but the sum of all parts is akin to a slow needle probing your soft underbelly. Time to git up and go. He thinks I'm joking, but if things don't let up, 5000, I'm going to blog for the rest of my life. From France.

I'm slowly drowning in my food coma, and ready to call it a night, even at 8:50PM. I need to get up and outta here before I pass out!

Man, a goodnight to you, and to all a goodnight.

Voodoo


posted by Voodoo Child @ 8:50:00 PM