I guess if I'm not on vacation, I don't get around to blogging. Is it that I'm just busy? Sort of. Also, it seems as though I don't have much to blog about.
The week after spring break, I had one-on-one conferences with my writing students. I gave them back their midterm portfolios (five or six pieces of writing in each, which I had to grade before, during, and after break). Most students seemed to take the news of their midterm grade well. Notice I say "most." My Ethiopian grandfather is not happy, and about a half-dozen students did not show up for their conference.
This week, class is online because I was appointed (!) the moderator and respondent for our college's GLBTQ Film Fest all week. Yesterday, we watched The Celluloid Closet; today was Boys Don't Cry. I hadn't seen today's film, and it's a tragedy in so many ways. Absolutely stunning acting, too.
The week after spring break, I had one-on-one conferences with my writing students. I gave them back their midterm portfolios (five or six pieces of writing in each, which I had to grade before, during, and after break). Most students seemed to take the news of their midterm grade well. Notice I say "most." My Ethiopian grandfather is not happy, and about a half-dozen students did not show up for their conference.
This week, class is online because I was appointed (!) the moderator and respondent for our college's GLBTQ Film Fest all week. Yesterday, we watched The Celluloid Closet; today was Boys Don't Cry. I hadn't seen today's film, and it's a tragedy in so many ways. Absolutely stunning acting, too.
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