Had another sleepover last night–eight ten-year-olds all happy and getting along. They played musical chairs, had a talent programs, played with American Girl dolls, and watched two movies before crashing around 11 p.m. So I got some sleep at least,.
Went to my psychiatrist yesterday and everything seems to be on an even keel. Got prescriptions for the new medicine regimen and a follow-up appointment in three months. He was happy my surgery went well and that everything seemed to be moving along well.
Got a letter from the English department head for another college I’m trying to adjunct for. His letter did not sound hopeful that I could get any classes in creative writing, but he encouraged me to apply and sent me an application to fill out online. I did that and sent it back. So we will see. All I can ask for is an opportunity and see what they say. And pray. I just need direction in whether or not to sign up for classes at my current position or not. I feel pulled between the status quo and just doing the creative writing teaching and see how that goes. I don’t know what I would do with my time if I weren’t teaching at the community college I’m at now. But I feel so depressed at the idea of grading papers tonight that I know I’m doing a disservice to the kids not wanting to be there.
I hope you enjoyed the poetry; most of you seemed to. I may post more as I look through my collection. I haven’t written serious poetry in at least 15 years, so it’s all old stuff. But some of it may interest some of you.