Looking Back
I’m sorting through my folders for the past year. Running backwards through the syllabus, filing in readings in the right weeks, I was struck by the speed and intensity of this past year. I remember having a leftover pad of paper from the previous year, which is why the first few weeks of notes are on unbleached recycled paper. I remember the day I ran out of it and had to borrow a sheet off someone else. I remember reading the articles on the bus, sometimes on the morning of the class, trying to make sense of a subject I cared little and understood less about.
It seems so daunting. It seems such a mess. I’m encouraged by the fact that no matter what, in a little over a month this will be over. And still, at the same time, that means saying goodbye to friends, routines and fun breaks from those routines.
It has changed me, definitely.