Sometimes when it rains, it pours.  I had to pass today on the opportunity to lead a seminar that I would have loved to do because it falls on the last two days of classes at UNC next semester.  And as much as I would have loved to do a cool seminar, there’s no way I would miss the last two classes for my freshman honors.  Those classes are FUN.

I’m already doing a lot of thinking about how to improve upon my performance from two years ago.  My syllabus is good, not terrific, but I now have access to the incredible alumni community from Warren Wilson, many of whom frequently answer calls for ideas about how to teach x or y.  So, where before I had some decent poems to illustrate concepts, now I can get excellent ones.  I’ll also have time to evaluate my own textbook, rather than just using the one selected by a professor who had to take sudden leave.  I was pretty happy with that book, in the end (I used it the following semester, too), but I like the idea that I have some options.

I have experienced such good fortune in the past few days that I am seriously waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Starting to kind of dread it.  I keep thinking that karma will balance out and I’ll get some great cosmic bitch-slap.  I have watched too much “My Name is Earl.”