Last night marked the end of six long years at the University of Oregon. How am I going to survive without classes that go from five until nine at night? I guess that means I’ll have to fill my evenings with relaxing and having real meals (something that doesn’t require that you cook for 3 1/2 minutes, remove the plastic film above the vegetables, stir the vegetables, than recover with the plastic film and cook for another 1 1/2 to 2 minutes). I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of change in my life. It’s all too drastic. Too sudden.It’s been a good six-year run, but I can’t say that I’m sad to see it go. I’m sure I’ve learned a couple things here and there, but I’ve got my three pieces of embossed paper… and I’m out of here.
My third (and final) graduation is next Friday evening. And I do solemnly swear that this will be my last graduation. I think. We’ll see.
Welcome to the new year. The beginning of my year was initiated through ice, snow, and general slush. Speaking of which, I found out how emasculating it is to have your car get stuck in the snow and slush. The testosterone leaves your body even quicker when a group of neighbors come out to help you get your car back into your drive which was never more than six feet away. After the flying slush, unwanted down-hill movement, and a pair of extremely wet shoes, I was still stuck at my house in Eugene. Luckily, it was Pratt’s car that got stuck, so my masculinity is still in working order. Thanks to our New Year’s experience, we finally found a downside to living in the hills. Of course, that was the weaker of winter storms I had to endure. Since the start of the new term was coupled with three days of ice, I was trapped in my house for each of those days. Thankfully, I am an experienced in-doorman (as Garrison Keillor would say) and boredom was dealt with on am around-the-clock basis.
Which brings me to my next point. The University is stupid. Out of the three Universities south of Salem, Oregon was the only one open–and I think it was open for ego’s sake. They had the mantra of “we have students who live on campus, therefore, we are not responsible for those students who live off campus.” This just seems like they are actively putting students, staff, and faculty as risk… not the smartest move, if you ask me. But you didn’t. I have only been to my Agnes Stewart Middle School only once, so far. As of right now I am completely unsure of what this term will bring, as far as teaching goes. I’ll just mask my fear… I hear pre-adolescents can sense your fear. What happens if they approach me, and I supposed make myself look big and not run away? Is that middle school students or bears? Totally random: I just had a flashback of Mr. Bowen’s health class my sixth grade year, where we had to read through a book about adolescence… and it was narrated by Bill Cosby. weird.