It snowed last night. It was only about an inch, there’s talk of a blizzard this weekend, and so my winter anxiety begins along with the talk of snow.
Classes start tomorrow. I have an afternoon class this semester. Afternoon classes tend to be more difficult than evening classes for me. Maybe it’s because I’m a night owl, so a class that starts at noon is an early class for me. Maybe it’s just a different mix of students – evening students tend to be older and more serious, day students tend to be younger and less interested in the subject, and more interested in their phones.
This isn’t a blanket description – some of my most difficult students have been women in their 40’s and one veteran who told me I couldn’t fail him because he was a veteran. I respect and admire all those who serve and keep our country safe – but that doesn’t guarantee you an A in my class if you never show up, never do any homework and never take an exam. Some of my best students have been millenials, those kids who are working hard every day and wondering why they don’t have what their parents and grandparents have – because no one has told them that you don’t get all the “stuff” till you’re in your 30’s or probably your 40’s, unless you’re really lucky.
But I do get a plethora of “Mom and Dad are paying my tuition and I don’t give a flip” students during the day. I’m not terribly patient with them. Put your damned phone down and pay attention, or don’t cry to me when you don’t understand the material that I covered 10 minutes ago while you were texting your friends about how boring this class is.
So I go into the first class with high hopes and the full expectation of those hopes being dashed by the second week. Also, weather is predicted, something like 18 inches of snow for next Wednesday. If that holds, we will have one week of classes, Monday off for MLK and probably Wednesday for snow. I love starting off already behind!
Meanwhile, Maverick and I continue to work on heel in our own way. He is very quick to get into position on my left side. He is also very quick to grab treats from my hand when we go “forward.” Baby steps – a few steps without a treat, around a corner, start over, and I’m a happy woman.
Also, 65 days till Spring! Not that I’m counting! (damn skippy I’m counting!)