This was my last weekend of class for the semester. My last weekend of driving the 1.5 hours to Boise for 2 days of intensive coursework followed by the 1.5 hour drive home and an epic crash in my bed with all the things in my head.
Well… for this semester, anyway. I have another such class in the fall. It’ll be awesome. But I admit: I’m looking forward to sleeping in for a few Saturdays.
My writing from the previous week was thus:
- I updated the goings-on with sComm and the UbiDuo with some further observations on audism among d/Deaf people, and some reflections on competition and the division between good deaf/bad deaf. (The first sComm post was from the previous Monday; another will follow tomorrow, because Jason Curry just. doesn’t. get. it.)
- After The Guardian wrote about two shootings in north Idaho, I pieced together a few more episodes of guns, death, and police action in the state I currently call home. It was one of the hardest pieces I’ve written, partly because I just don’t get it. I consulted a writer I respect, and he told me to just let each story tell itself. That helped; enough, at least, to get my thoughts into about 900 words this go-round.
- On Fit Friday, I signed off my epilogue of the Beachbody post. Time to move to other topics. For now.
This week I have another IEP meeting and a lot of grad writing to do. I hope I cry less than I did at the IEP meeting on Wednesday. I’m pretty sure that does not count as my professional teacher face.