She (a student last week) asked if I was starting to feel sad. “Not really,” I said, then wondered if I sounded too calloused. But I’m not calloused, just experienced. I’ve been saying goodbye to students for over 20 years. Besides, I plan to see many of them again. There are no rules against hanging […]
It was this time of year, 17 years ago. I sat in a small room on the second floor of the CUB at a table filled with members of Amarillo College’s English Department. Most of them have long since left or retired: Hodges, Huber, McGinnis, Knight, Zimmermann, Ford and Woodyard (only Dodson and Netherton remain). […]
When I asked the waiter for my ticket, he pointed to an empty table and said they had paid my tab. That’s a first. A student bought me dinner. Anonymously. Wasn’t sure how to respond. Should I send her a thank you note? Write a comment at the bottom of her essay—next to the grade? […]
It’s what has made me anxious and panicked the last couple of weeks and what has prevented many routine pleasures, including writing this blog. But no more. Today, I realized that simply because time soon will run out for me at AC, and because my in-basket is overflowing with things that still need doing—I will, […]