Where did I rush off to, and why did I leave my post here at the Campvs? Well, it’s been a very mundane odyssey. I was stranded at school with what I and the locksmiths thought was a bad ignition. A few hours waiting, $300 out of pocket, and a nice drive home and my ignition wouldn’t turn. Something about a steering wheel lock mechanism, and another day was wasted. Of course there were all of the usual obligations, mainly work-related (like struggling to fit the AP syllabus into a block schedule beginning in February). But the worst of all is helping someone to move. Hour upon hour under a hot sun. I still haven’t fully recovered. I tried to tell these people: I’m a teacher. I mostly stand, point at a board, read a bit, shuffle ten feet to this side, ten feet to that, nodding or frowning as I go. Sometimes I talk myself hoarse. This business of carrying sofas down three flights of stairs then 50 yards through a courtyard before reaching the truck is no longer my forte.
And if you think I have some catching up to do here, you should see my workload and classwork.