Classes Start Tomorrow. What's the Word of the Day?
It's a tricky word, because you can get so much from it.
"Read" for example. The joy of reading all those papers and poems my students will turn in.
"Red." My face. And the way I'll be fanning away the usual stage fright that never goes away, but is especially flaming on the first day.
"Rad." This school year will be totally rad, dude. Srsly.
"Dead." If we're down to basic, I'm glad I'm not, and even a job that has begun to feel like a gut punch is better than being dead. See how optimistic I can be?
Biggest dread isn't the teaching; it's the re-entering a poisonous zone where I have to see the colleague who has, as far as I can tell, disowned me. I'll need the kevlar big-girl pants tomorrow.
One more: "Dad." My dad was outnumbered a lot in his life. People were vicious to him. He got threats on the phone back before caller I.D. forced the spineless to opt for anonymous internet comments. He knew what he stood for. He stood up. He kept standing. He didn't cave. Neither will I.