As some of you might have imagined, I have finally attained net access at home. It’s ever so slightly embarrassing how relieving this actually is… I could feel it, palpably feel my disconnection from the net, from those whom I know online, and it was a little disconcerting. My schedule is such that it’s a little hard to call Canada, though I think tomorrow I shall try give my mother a shout.
But tonight, I did a little catching up, and as anyone paying attention to the other posts from tonight can see, it was Ritu’s LJ I decided to catch up. I shall simply have to weed the living heck out of my Bloglines subscriptions, because there are far, far too many of them for me to keep up with and still remain productive.
In other news, I am now somewhat seriously planning on launching podcasts of a few of my short stories, especially those that I’ll be revising for submission for publication. This should be interesting. But for this week, I’m too busy: I’m meeting with student reporters to help them revise their articles for the campus’ quarterly English Magazine, planning lessons for my four different courses (5 classes, but two of them are different sections of the same course), and trying to really finish up this whole business of “moving in”. My office is basically set up, with tea stuff and a bunch of my books and papers, but my apartment still has a way to go: there’s a weird smell under the sink that is coming from who-knows-where, which I must exorcise by the end of the week; there’s a desktop covered with all kinds of currently-unwearable clothing that needs to be stored away, and there are a few smallish boxes remaining to unpack. But happily, even most of my unpacking is done.
So I guess I’m about to get back into a normal routine, which means long chunks of time spent in my office writing, and a decent sleep schedule. Which, of course, I have tonight failed to institute. It’s almost 1:30 am, and my next class is at 10:00am, but I’m not sleepy. Back in Montreal, I used to think attending evening classes made sleeping hard — and in Montreal, when I was in grad school, all of my classes were evening classes. But I must say, teaching regularly evenings, I’ve been wired at 10:00pm, and I shall just have to get used to that, since the evening-course program here is a big one.
On the plus side, students in most of my classes are relaxing, laughing, joking a little, and getting comfortable. Things I’ve noticed I need to rein in? Their understanding of English is mostly so good that I kind of rush explanations of homework, which is a big mistake. But otherwise, my excessive overplanning seems to be paying dividends.
Or perhaps I speak too soon; we’ll see how tomorrow’s classes go.