Earlier tonight in class I peeled the "USED" sticker off of one of the books I bought from the campus bookstore earlier in the week. I thought about sticking it on my forehead just to be really emo and stuff, but I didn't.
Went to see my counselor again today, and tried to squeeze in as much stuff as I could because I won't be able to see her for another two and a half weeks here. I'm amazed at how well I'm starting to face some of the issues that have really been gnawing at me these past couple of years. I still need help dealing with some stuff, but I'm getting better.
I've been looking over the first in-class writings I had my class do yesterday, and I've got some really great writers here. The challenge will be for me to make them into really great thinkers too, and I'm hoping that tomorrow's discussion on literacy will help clarify the things that I sensed some of them didn't understand last class. Unfortunately, I also have to assign the first big paper of the term tomorrow as well, and I can't help but feel a bit apprehensive about that. I want my students to like the class, but I can't exactly avoid giving them papers, you know. Le sigh. It will be okay.