As I was writing the last of my weekly e-mails that I send out to remind students of what work is due on which day, I thought about that day, which seems so distant now, when I chose these due dates for assignments. For my online class that started in May, I chose the dates back in early March--and now, here I am, arriving at a future that I envisioned in the chilly days of spring. It's as if that calendar has now caught up to this one, or perhaps the other way round.
For a moment, I thought back to March, when I was feeling a bit overwhelmed at all that I had to get done. And I did get it all done--hurrah for me! I was feeling a bit apprehensive at my ability to get my CPE training lined up for summer--and now, here I am at the last full week of CPE.
I do realize that it may not always be this way; life does not always move smoothly. I am always aware of all that could disrupt my plans, primarily illness and death, but let us not forget geopolitical upheaval that might come our way, not to mention severe weather. That knowledge has kept me focused, and perhaps trying to do too much.
Yesterday as we filled up our gas tanks using our Ingles fuel points, I head a Hootie and the Blowfish song. I came back and looked up some YouTube videos. The one for "Hold My Hand" took me back to the last time I heard a Hootie song on a grocery store sound system. It was Publix, in either a pre-pandemic year or in the first pandemic year, and I came back to my office to look up the video for "Hold My Hand." It made me homesick in such a visceral way and for so much: grad school years, the University of South Carolina, old houses made into cheaper housing which grew more and more ramshackle through the years, various neighborhoods in South Carolina. I remember feeling marooned in South Florida, so very stuck in place.
It boggles my mind, how much has changed.
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