Rain, Rain, Go Away

It is raining again this morning. Although I missed the last big bout of rain, I still wish it would go away. I like the sun. I walked the dogs this morning and when we got home, they, along with my coat, were drenched. I spent a few minutes toweling them off only to have them shake and fling their stinky dog wetness all over me and the garage! I saw the male merganser again this morning without the female. I am hoping that soon I will see a whole little troop of babies floating out in the middle of the pond with them. I love baby water fowl; they are so cute swimming along behind their parents trying to learn how to waterproof and preen.

I am considering consolidating all my blogs down into one, but I am pretty sure that no one who reads this one would be interested in reading my research. In fact, unless you love reading queer theory or fat studies, I am pretty sure that you won’t be interested. My friends and I have decided we are going to a fat studies chapbook this summer; hopefully it will contain critical work, poetry, memoir, and art. We are going to self-publish it through the English department and present about it at the first Friday forum next year if GSAB will let us. I am pretty excited, we are finally beginning a creative community at BSU like I had imagined graduate school for English to be! I am working on some creative pieces, but I think I am going to rework my conference presentation so that I can try to publish it in a respectable journal. We’ll see how that works out.

Today is going to be consumed with grading and reading. I am supposed to meet with a student to help her with her thesis statement for her paper. I am learning quickly that I wish high school teachers would give their students a bit more independence in their writing, because college freshman can’t conceive of a writing world where their teacher doesn’t tell them step-by-step what to write. Sad really. I am leaving to go to school in a few minutes and I will be there until 615 tonight. I really hate the long days, but next semester will be worse!

For the fall I am taking three classes, teaching two, and auditing one. On Mondays I have theory of creative writing from noon to 3; on Mondays and Wednesdays I have fat studies from 3 to 415; on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have creative nonfiction workshop from 330 to 445, and I am auditing Native American literature from 5-615. I am hoping to teach at 10 and 11 on Monday Wednesday and Friday or at 11 and 1230 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Basically, I will be a recluse for the semester. I may actually die. Just kidding, but maybe.

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