Fire it up

I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to fire this up again with schoolboy tales of what I did this summer, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t at least touch on the subject. After all, from April to now is four months, and my plan at least was for four months of quiet, peace and joy and plenty, hibernation, recreation, relaxation, recharging, and whatever other R words you might be inclined to conjure up.

Sadly though, the bare truth is a little darker. Truth is, related to a lifetime of baggage which I would gladly and gratefully shed at the drop of the proverbial hat, I had a – what shall I call it? – an episode at the end of May from which it has taken most of the summer to recover.

Since the episode I’ve been thinking a lot, naturally. You know, how does school play into this? Was school responsible? Was it a factor, even, or was it merely incidental? Was school the bad guy, or did it just happen to pass by the scene of an already-unfolding disaster? As comforting as it can be to lay blame, if I’m honest I will aver that school was only a bit-player in my little melodrama. That’s all, and nothing more. It added a little tension, but my problems had the vice-grip bought and paid for years ago. It’s a long, long story of which Tolkien would be proud.

School will play a role in my recovery, however. It’s an incredibly optimistic thing to do.

I’ve already chosen my classes and bought my books, and I’ve started sending my mind into expansion mode, following a long, hot summer of retraction – yes, another R word. I’m looking forward to it, truly, but I already know that this semester will be a walk in the park – at least organizationally – compared to my last two. Why? First, I’m taking three courses, not four. This will allow me to keep up with reading and assignments and still have a semblance of a life away from school; less bullshit, less blather, less guilt, less tired. Second, I have carefully crafted my schedule this time around to ensure that I have no early classes – in fact, my earliest classes this time are at 1230pm, leaving me plenty of time to enjoy all my R words, and perhaps develop a few more. Recall that last year, all year, I had to be on campus for 8am three days a week! I didn’t skip a class, but this will be a definite improvement.

Anyway, I’m lucky. I have a very nice office at home where I can work without the distractions of the student body – chatter, Facebook, Twitter and so on – where my outcomes will depend on nothing but my own level of concentration, so why wouldn’t I want to use it? Last time it didn’t seem like an option because of all the early starts, but this time it’s an absolute must.

Anyway, it’s firing up again. I hope I haven’t lost anyone over the summer. Not to deliberately mix my metaphors, but the kids at school are able to shine on their youth alone – an old fart requires a lot of polishing. Stick with me, and let’s see where this thing goes.


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