I love teaching, but man oh man do I wish I’d thought a bit more carefully about what I was doing to myself when I took on an honors student, four independent study students, and agreed to serve on another honors committee and an MA committee, in addition to teaching my three classes. It didn’t occur to me way back in September/January that the proverbial shit would hit the fan come April.
I’m starting a new thing where in addition to facebooking my little status updates, I’ll do some here too. That way I can continue to blog in short little blurbs. I guess we’d call that a blurg. (And when a blurg goes to the burg with a dude named Furg… sorry. Too much Dr. Seuss these days. The Gadlet is particularly fond of the Wocket in my Pocket. She’s also a big fan of Hop on Pop. Doesn’t really like One Fish, Two Fish quite yet, though.)
Quick Gadlet Blurg.
Today, she asked for a specific book before bedtime by making a click with her tongue on the top of her mouth. I couldn’t figure out what she wanted. “Tock? You want a book about clocks?” (there are lots of those, even Goodnight Moon is actually about clocks that Tock, in case you didn’t realize it.)
“Yeah,” she said.
“Which one?” I asked. She pointed and grunted at her bookcase. I didn’t see any book about clocks, even marginally. “I don’t know which one you want. Can you show me?” I asked.
So she hopped down, reached over, and pulled out the book called “Baby Talk.” And proudly said “Tock” with the tongue click, and trotted back to my lap. Someday I’m going to have to explain homonyms, but until then, I’m just charmed by her homonym confusion. And am only a little bit worried that I need to improve my enunciation!