TGITh

Two weeks down and three to go. Teaching summer school is exhausting. Five hours of straight teaching, then sit in my office until 2 pm for useless office hour, then vegetate another hour or so playing solitaire and listening to NPR. Eventually, realizing that there's no way I am capable of doing any more work at all, I go home. Of course, it's the absolute hottest time of the day. I enter my Prius-oven and almost get cool by the time I reach my driveway. Needing lunch and rest, I lie down somewhere and snack, which satisfies neither. Worse, the dog wants to play.

Already I'm gaining weight and losing my exercise rhythm, from the absence of feeling like doing any fucking thing for the rest of the day. Weak, weak. I did push myself back to Bally's last night and could still do twenty minutes on the elliptical thing.

Every day in class I wish I had a pointer but I forgot to find one to take to class with me. This is getting to be one of those tired jokes. A student suggested I look for one in the classroom across the hall. I went to check it out. Something very technical goes on there, judging from the disarranged drafting tables and assorted wooden and metal things leaning against the wall. There was no pointer at the board, but I spied a long red-and-white sharp-pointed aluminum pole in a corner. It was about eight feet long. I marched back into the classroom wielding my gigantic spear, maneuvering to point it at the projection screen without injuring anyone or falling over. Every class needs a little comic relief now and then.

The high today was 109; it's nearly 8 pm and it's down to 108. This place is evil.