So, I have considered myself a writer my whole life. Still do, always will, can't help it, don't want to try. But teaching has given me so many things that writing won't, can't, ever. not even if there really is a Writing Promised Land, not even if I ever reach it.

What it gave me today involved "Pee Wee's Playhouse," a Bluetooth speaker, a displaced recording apparently of me reading
Motherless Child cribbed from Youtube (though no one, including me, recognized it), a chocolate cake with SAAAASSSKIAAA!!!? scrawled across it, the Dutch version of the movie "The Vanishing",
my current Into to Creative Writing class, and two gleeful, spectacularly talented, and seriously unhinged former students who apparently started hatching the plot that led to today at least a month ago, from 3000 miles away. Katie Russell and Olivia Nathan, you are not well people. And my Intro class may never recover. And you made me very happy.