Yes, it just finished being Sunday morning (hence the lyric quote), and it was pleasant enough — Mrs. M and I watched a few episodes of Season 1 of The Big Bang Theory. As I’ve said before, I’m pretty sure I remind her of someone from the show, but I’m afraid to ask, because I’m afraid she’ll tell me.
I do feel the world behind me today, more so lately than usual, I guess. I got my syllabi constructed yesterday, but they feel more tentative than usual, as do I. My brother’s trial for the murder of my parents is scheduled to begin in less than a month, and although there have been rumors of a continuance until Spring, neither side has requested one as I write this. I’ll be there whenever it happens, of course, and I’ve been told it could take three weeks to a month. I don’t know if that is merely for the trial of fact, or whether it includes a hypothetical penalty phase — as I’ve mentioned before, the prosecutors have announced their intention to seek the death penalty. In any case, I’ll be there for the duration, and so I’ve had to make arrangements for my classes.
In this respect (as in any respect I can think of through this entire business), the folks at Mondoville College have been amazingly accommodating. Colleagues of mine will cover my classes if/when I’m at the trial, and I can’t thank them enough for that. Nonetheless, I’m anxious on both the personal and professional levels, and I think that’s why last night I had the first classroom management bad dream I can remember having.
It’s hazy, as dreams usually are a few hours later. I remember it being the first day of class, and being unable to get through roll call between cell phones, mp3 players, and general student incivility. Upon dismissing the class, I was confronted by a student I had never previously taught, who accused me of some sort of offensive or unfair treatment in a prior semester and informed me that he would be complaining to the administration. Not quite the “stranded in an academic building at my undergrad institution wearing only jockey shorts and having to get to my pants in my dorm across the street” dream, but I suspect a close relative.
Of course, worlds can get behind us in other ways as well, which brings me to a clever little First Contact story that MondoSpawn found on the Intertubez. It made me laugh in several places, and serves as an interesting thought experiment in others. I kind of liked it, and maybe you will too, so as compensation for putting up with my anxiety montage, here’s a link. Enjoy… I’m going to make sure I have some spare pants nearby.