It took me awhile to get over Deana’s death. To be honest, I’m still not really over it but I have managed to pull myself together and get on with it.
After all, I’m still alive.
So here we are, four months later, and things are chugging along for me.
I finished teaching my course this spring and was very happy with it. My students were mostly happy, too. There was one student from hell who wanted me to change his grade and when I wouldn’t, he tried going over my head. That didn’t work out too well for him, either. And once again, one of my students accused me of being nasty and sneering in ways that discourage my students from participating. The problem with that, of course, is that students did participate … most of them did. But I get the criticism of being snarky and sarcastic and intimidating often enough to require a bit of self examination. I must ponder. It’s too bad that nobody is willing to tell me this to my face when I ask for feedback.