Marc
On Wearing a Shirt That's a Bit Too Tight: It's one week into yet another semester at Illinois State, and I'm already feeling as though I'm behind for some reason, though I know for a fact that I'm not. My clothes need a washing, sure, but beyond that I'm all caught up on projects and whatnot, yet still ... something feels amiss. I have my teaching sweaters piled up on my dresser, all ready to be worn in some random classrooms throughout the town of Normal. The collared shirts and cloth ties are hung up neatly in the closet, and the plain white binder is ready to be filled with attendance papers and session logs and all sorts of other paperwork that I'm sure needs to be done. Maybe it's the anticipation. Maybe it's the hair flowing down over the tips of my ears, but for some reason, at this exact moment in time, I feel oddly out of place.
I only have one class tomorrow. One. It's not even early. What does one do with all that spare time? I have two chapters to read in a book, and one more trip to make to the library before I can feel comfortable about the second day's classes. And nothing to do for the third day's singular session before I find myself, again, on the cusp of a three day weekend. Something needs to change.
Maybe I need a new wardrobe. But, alas, the bank account says 'no'. Maybe a whole smattering of new albums. Or a trip to a zoo or a museum of some sort. Something to clear the mind. Something to feed the fire.
And, yes, this old thrift store t-shirt does not fit all that well. But, on the upside, my bulging bi-/tri-ceps have ripped the sleeve down it's seam, and made me look far more buff than I actually am -- if you can even say that I am slightly buff. I just got done flexing in front of the mirror for about three minutes before I realized that I looked like a buffoon. Not unlike the three times this past semester that I've been caught playing "Dress Up" in my bedroom on random, lonely nights. Cowboy shirts. Dress shoes. Ties.
You make the mental picture and I'll tell you if you're correct.
Now. Go. Read.
On Wearing a Shirt That's a Bit Too Tight: It's one week into yet another semester at Illinois State, and I'm already feeling as though I'm behind for some reason, though I know for a fact that I'm not. My clothes need a washing, sure, but beyond that I'm all caught up on projects and whatnot, yet still ... something feels amiss. I have my teaching sweaters piled up on my dresser, all ready to be worn in some random classrooms throughout the town of Normal. The collared shirts and cloth ties are hung up neatly in the closet, and the plain white binder is ready to be filled with attendance papers and session logs and all sorts of other paperwork that I'm sure needs to be done. Maybe it's the anticipation. Maybe it's the hair flowing down over the tips of my ears, but for some reason, at this exact moment in time, I feel oddly out of place.
I only have one class tomorrow. One. It's not even early. What does one do with all that spare time? I have two chapters to read in a book, and one more trip to make to the library before I can feel comfortable about the second day's classes. And nothing to do for the third day's singular session before I find myself, again, on the cusp of a three day weekend. Something needs to change.
Maybe I need a new wardrobe. But, alas, the bank account says 'no'. Maybe a whole smattering of new albums. Or a trip to a zoo or a museum of some sort. Something to clear the mind. Something to feed the fire.
And, yes, this old thrift store t-shirt does not fit all that well. But, on the upside, my bulging bi-/tri-ceps have ripped the sleeve down it's seam, and made me look far more buff than I actually am -- if you can even say that I am slightly buff. I just got done flexing in front of the mirror for about three minutes before I realized that I looked like a buffoon. Not unlike the three times this past semester that I've been caught playing "Dress Up" in my bedroom on random, lonely nights. Cowboy shirts. Dress shoes. Ties.
You make the mental picture and I'll tell you if you're correct.
Now. Go. Read.
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