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the beginning of classes, chaos and heat.

i stood in front of the class trying to explain to them what the story of Gilgamesh was. they all sat quietly and respectfully but obviously didn’t understand the complexity of what we were going to be studying. anyone want to explain Beowulf to a group of students studying a second language?

it started to rain furiously while i was teaching. it was appropriate. i stood in front of the room and my normal cloud of chalk dust seemed to turn into a thin film of chalk slime on my skin.

the day progressed and the semester ended up beginning without a hitch. the students are excited about learning and i’m excited to teach them. they all sit, wide-eyed and i feel ages older than i am.