Q: So classes start tomorrow, right?
A: Right.
Q: Are you ready?
A: Ish? I have the syllabi made and the first three weeks up on Canvas for everything.
Q: But?
A: I *just* learned my right-hand man for a project won’t be there (having an emergency meeting about it tomorrow), and I’m not looking forward to more AI cheating. But I know I’m going to have at least a few amazing students who will make it all worthwhile.
Q: How’s your annual tradition going?
A: What tradition?
Q: Where you denigrate yourself for not finishing every project, cleaning every corner, and solving all problems.
A: Oh, that. That’s going great, tradition-wise. As per usual, my inner critic is calling me a lazy bitch.
Q: But what did you get done?
A: I taught two courses in just four weeks in Oxford, served on some committees, filled out hours of divorce paperwork, did a day trip to Abingdon, saw a bunch of plays and comedy acts in the UK, hung out in London, prepped for the quarter starting, presented at a conference in Paris, went to a lot of museums there…
Q: But?
A: But yeah, I didn’t finish every project or clean all the corners or solve all the problems. I also didn’t cuddle Snowball enough, or go through all of my grandmothers’ recipe books like I wanted, or do enough stretches.
Q: What about the other aspects of being ready for the term?
A: Well, two of the outlets in the kitchen still don’t work, I have an infection, and the washing machine died a couple of weeks ago and won’t be fixed for almost three more weeks.
Q: How are you going to manage that?
A: Pretty sure that by the fourth session of classes, I’ll be teaching in Halloween costumes. Commando. There is no teacher. Only Zuul.







