Something Wonderful

Tossing resumes

I'm working this afternoon cleaning my files at school. There's  the "How to Get a Job" class I taught 2 winters ago, and cleaning their resumes out right now, tossing their neatly typed hopes on the floor,  I note their cramped handwritten drafts, the errors, the languages, the suffering, the unending endurance but most of all the hope. 

syllabi

I love my job. I went back to the office today to work on class syllabi. I overheard two instructors synchronizing their math lessons and it gave me a kind of muted satisfaction. Later, there I was, having the same kind of chat about BIS 101 with Andy. I "overheard" this conversation, too, and was glad.

This job: it's a joy.