When I greeted this new year with the hope of positive changes, I didn’t mean I wanted to get rid of all the stuff I liked. Jeez. I miss my baby and her parents, and my familiar house and toys. I never see my friends when I’m at home, but I miss knowing I can. I miss having bits of free time.
On the bright side, I’m working at what I wanted to be working at. I must say, though, that the situation is more challenging than I’d have asked, in that I’m teaching a full-time load of classes and all four classes are new, so (for those who don’t know teaching) there’s a huge additional burden. The classroom time is hardest, but only a percentage of the total job.
Today was the first day of my first classes. I have a total of fifty students whose names (Korean and Japanese, mostly) I’ll never be able to say. Just call me Brad Pitt, suggested one after a particularly brutal mangling of his name.
My favorite quotation from today was from a young Korean man talking about the challenges of learning English: Speaking is hardest because it’s nervous and not used to me. Living and working in Davis is nervous and not used to me, too. I am so homesick, and I don’t even know why.
Ember came to see me yesterday, along with her parental caretakers. Molly & Bates came over too. I do like the mother hen feeling: the matriarch with her brood. Among the things that Eleni brought from my house (where she and Jason still reside) was something just received from SIT: paper proof of my successful endurance of academic trials. I officially have a master of arts in teaching. I’ll sell it for $45,000.
Across the street from my apartment is where rural Davis begins (and where Verizon’s cellphone service ends): just fields and horses and, this morning, what looked like acres of snow but in fact was heavy ice. My car was a dark blue crystal.
Here are some pix from January 5, the day after moving day when I said goodbye to my Amtrak-riding family. The sorrow literally made it hard to breathe. As they choo-choo’d away, Eleni held little E. Virginia up to the scratched, darkened window, so all I could see was my little pink and black girl surrounded by smoky grey.
Why on earth am I writing when I have such a huge amount of work. It’s the kind of stuff you can’t get away with faking. In the classroom I have to know what’s happening every second, and keep stuff rolling, and figure out how to change direction when things stall or worse. Goodnight, and good luck.
“Just call me Brad Pitt” – heheh. I like that student. I appreciate that.
My sweet mother hen. Do you lay eggs for gentlemen?
I was just admiring your horsies when I was there on Sunday. I like your description of the frosty fields. It reminds me of this picture I took when I was with you in Vermonty: http://www.flickr.com/photos/tehhen/4225479323/in/set-72157623095483348/ Beautiful, but feckin’ FREEZING.
Ginna, You are a woman to be admired, if only because you are able to write who you are. Thank you for that, I feel better about my secret, unrevealed but a-lot-like-you self. Love J.
Hi Ginna dear,
I know you feel lonely, but we are all right here for you to talk to. I wish I could make you feel better. Life is so confusing. I wish we could enjoy all the “confusingness”.
Maybe we need to cozy up your new home.
xo
I will see you very soon.
Banana