Dog, but I’m tired.
The beginning of the semester is a funny time. I love it, but it flat wears me out.
I’m not really sure just how to put into words how much I love my job. I’ve often said that I can’t believe I get paid for this. I’ve said that I would do it even if I didn’t get paid (but please don’t tell the president). I’ve said it’s my calling, my passion, and just about better than a Stuffed Pork Chop with a side of cheese grits, purple-hulled peas and bread pudding from Tim’s Cajun Kitchen.
I love teaching. Having the opportunity to help people learn to love writing or to think critically about something they’ve never considered before is, easily, the greatest job I can possibly imagine.
I’m not kidding.
And the beginning of the semester is the best. All these long faces walk dejectedly into the room, dreading the next 16 weeks cause they didn’t know they would have to take a writing class! Then I’m just on looking for a way to resurrect the love of language in my students. (Being on is really hard for an off-the-scale introvert like me. That’s why I’m so tired right now.)
Cause you see, I love writing. Finding a way to put these disparate thoughts down on the page (or web, in this case) beats away the exhaustion that being on causes.
It’s like that feeling of the first cool breeze of fall when you’re out cutting the grass for what you hope is the final time of the summer.
It’s like waking in the middle of the night feeling like you’ve slept for years, and you notice you still have five hours before you have to get up.
It’s like hearing your boy say, “I love yooooooou” for the first time.
Writing brings clarity to love, to life, to light.
And it’s a light that must, absolutely must, be shared.
As Bill Wheeler says, “Good writing is clear thinking made visible.” And dear god if there’s one thing we need more of in this world it is the light of clear thinking that’s right out there in the open for all to see.
It’s a good day when I can share that with just one other person. It’s a great one when I can share it with a hundred.