All You Do Is BlinkNothing makes you feel older and younger like standing in front of teenagers all day. I teach in the very high school I graduated from thirty years ago, and while the physical building has changed very little, I am reminded every minute that everything else has changed a great deal.
It seems like just weeks ago I was stomping the halls of this high school in platform shoes and bell bottoms, peasant blouse flapping.
At the same time, the wild-eyed possibility of these teenagers is catching. Makes me feel like the world is round again, that the orbits are infinite and the end is not near. That's a lovely bonus.
The mad pace is eating into my writing time right now, although I can see a time soon when I'll be caught up and - with luck - trot a little ahead. Just not in wooden platform shoes.