Spring

Spring semester started this week; balmy desert winds, students swarming around the coffee-shop like ants in the dusk. The college has cut classes to the point where there are 30 and 40 students trying to add, over and above the cut-off point. I feel wretched, having to run a lottery for a handful of open places, then tell the others, "Sorry, Game Over." I still haven't figured out how making it difficult for future tax-payers to obtain an education is going to help the State's tax-base ten years down the road.

Then a long, cold drive home over the hills in the darkness.

I notice in both classes - I'm teaching US (Colonial-to-Civil-War) and Western Civ 2 - I'm picking up a number of repeaters, students whom I've had in other classes. I still remember one semester where I had what seemed like half the college basketball team: all these enormously tall, enormously earnest black kids who were trying really hard to keep their grades up.

A lot of work to do today - and Warcraft tonight.