Never Mind

It turns out there's a bus route that currently serves the proposed SpoPull ridership. It's $22 each way. That would add up pretty quickly. But I suppose it wouldn't end up being much more than the gas, rent, and utilities I'll be paying as things stand. And I would get to be home each night. Being only one week into this experiment, I suppose it's appropriate to collect more experiential data before giving up on the current arrangement. And I really don't have a choice, since I've signed a lease on the apartment.

So far, I feel Sunday afternoons taking on the old poignancy I remember from when I was a kid. Mom would be ironing her clothes for the week, vegetable smells from some stew simmering on the stove would be mingling with perfumed spray starch, and I'd be dreading going back to school. What was I dreading? Probably PE more than anything else. I wonder if PE teachers ever think about the trauma some of their students are experiencing. And I wonder if students in my English classes experience analogous trauma. Something to keep in mind.

What would have made PE better for me, less traumatic? Less individual performance. I don't remember dreading soccer as much. But softball was terrifying. Everyone watching to see if I'd fail to hit the ball--and I usually would. So I wonder what the analogous traumatic moment would be for a student in an English class. Oral presentation? Certainly. Having to read your paper out loud, or having your paper critiqued in front of the whole class. I don't do those things. I wonder what else scares my students.