First Contact

For my first post on this blog, I - quite oddly, I think - have little to say. Life has been predominantly filled by teaching. I have 5 ninth grade English classes and an advisement class, or 150 or so students, which has been fun and a challenge. We have also opened a new school. Some things still require work - for example, we have no lockers and not enough books for the students. But, nonetheless, everyone is thrilled to be part of a new school.

With this being my first adult job, I feel older more so than ever. Indeed, on a radio show this week, the hosts were asking callers to list signs of getting older. I had a student tell me that she thought I am in my 40s; the entire class was surprised to learn I am 24. But, at any other moment besides teaching, I feel young. I am the youngest of the English faculty, for example, and still reminisce warmly about my university days just a few months ago. What a weird thing! It's some sort of temporal limbo; I don't know if I'm the old adult of my students' eyes or the young lad of my own senses, or what.