I guess that is a good sign for 2026. A mantra of sorts. Tiana French, mother of two boys and graduate from 1998, J. Graham Brown School, sent it from her sons' collections. I'll take it. Seems like a decent sticker for Mt. Pleasant.
I just ate a meatball sandwich and finished teaching the 4th winter session class. Two more this week and there more next week. We're getting there. The amount of flexibility it takes to make it through this class with the varying needs of students is astounding: teaching, vacations, other jobs, family, and the other holiday demands. I am definitely hoping this is the last time this will be offered in the winter session. I hope that the adaptions we made are enough to get it into a full semester. The accommodations were made because of different agendas and a different time. Surprise! It was brought back to my plate again (and with two sessions).
I drove to campus today to get a change of scenery and learned I received two more grants, although the one I hope to be there was not. They are a random crew and I never know when I will hear from them. I also thought I'd work from my office, but the faculty email was down. I couldn't get online. The series of questions I had for the Dean's Office, too, had to wait as the Deans weren't in yet. Well, the assistant dean was and she helped when she returned from a meeting. I came home to be productive.
I spend much time revving up the students, but also need to find a way to rev myself up, because it's go-go-go, sunrise to sunset, as materials from the class come in and immediately need to be assessed and sent back so everyone is successful.
Beep. Beep. Bitch.
It's a mantra that works. I see one of my Buddhas in the background. I need my emblems to stay sane and focused. I'm more Zen than cussing Frog, but when I'm on edge...well, look out world.
Time to prep for tonight. Phew. Boot camp, indeed.
