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I have now met my students for the first week, and I'm happy. I'm learning their names, and getting an idea of what the groups will be like. The novelty this semester is teaching at 8AM for the first time in ages, and having classes meet back to back in the same room. I have to flog myself to get up early enough to be lucid by the time I start, and I have to make sure I have something to eat in between so I don't feel faint, but so far, so good.
This semester, it will be Fridamania.

I am also teaching freshman for the first time in a while, and brings its own challenges. But I also know others are teaching five/four/three loads. I would never be up to the physical challenge--my sleep has been poor for the last two weeks, and my pain levels when I wake are daunting; my shoulder problems with rotator cuff impingement are back.  I will get into the rhythm.
Tonight, Ms R. begins a drawing class that will meet once a week. Exciting! I have a new notebook from moleskine that folds out Japanese-style, and I have done exactly two sketches in it: one of Ms. R's face, and another of a chair. It has been ages since I tried to draw anything. I'm so used to thinking of everyone else as the artist, and of myself as the critic.