Even though I stayed "an extra" day in Memphis, I only spent a few hours outside of the house, not including time spent reading on the back porch.
(I did manage to cry when I found "Walking in Memphis" on the radio while out and about)
I've gathered another "box load" of books to carry to Milledgeville, figures.
While going through paperwork in my office, I found a notebook from my last semester as an undergraduate. That's where the photo up there came from...
Did those classes get me ready for these classes? Apparently they did on paper.
I've been scanning enough Composition Theory to make a normal person's eyes bleed, but I know the work for that class is far from over.
Then I was constructing a "fake" syllabus for an imaginary class (Teaching Creative Writing) and I have a feeling I've gone overboard. WAY overboard. I need to reel it in. I have essentially combined two classes (Poetry Writing + Forms of Poetry) from my own undergraduate career--focusing on the one class I shouldn't be focusing on even.
Lest not forget the other work I need to worry about...there should be a graduate seminar on time management, plain and simple. And mandatory "chill pills."
Thankfully the belly full of home cookin' (German food) helps right now.