With the entire house all to myself this morning, minus my 3 housemates (including my husband), I’m commandeering the living room for my own purposes of coffee drinking and class planning.
I start teaching an Intro to Film class tonight at a local community college, and I just need some time to go over the schedule for my first class again. I’ve been running up and down the stairs, back and forth from our little basement flat, gathering things together, making sure I had my books and calendars and syllabi.
I’ve been anxiously eyeing the pot of coffee I made 40 minutes ago every time I whiz past, drooling over the rich, black stuff, desperate just to sit down with a mug on the comfy couch in the living room. I’ve eaten two Eggo Multi-grain waffles – a delicacy I hadn’t partaken in, until last week, since 1991. I got Simon out the door with our friend Steve to go help hang hooks in Steve’s wife Sarah’s classroom; her third-graders start tomorrow.
And now, here I am. All alone on the couch, with my textbook and my notepads and my steaming cup of joe. With first-day-of-school butterflies that have not quite (but almost) as much to do with what I’m going to wear and whether people will like me as they did back in 1996, when I was a high school freshman.