School starts in about 36 hours. Amazing.
I want to tell you about going to the Ohio University football game yesterday, the tailgate partywith former high school acquaintances , some of whom now consider themselves to be pretty important. I want to tell you about the fun I had with Heather Warmke and Jenny Messina, about meeting some cool people and seeing some others I hadn’t seen since high school (like Brent Hartman), how I laughed so hard when I was on the phone with Molly Riestenberg that I had tears streaming down my cheeks.
I want to tell you about coming home to watch the Washington Huskies game and catching end the of the BYU-Oklahoma game. I want to tell you how thrilled I was to see the Huskies play well, how I got goosebumps watching Jake Locker throw with the touch that has eluded him in the past, and how I jumped out of my seat when Victor Aiweya knocked a ball away from a receiver in the end zone. I want to tell you how much fun it was to see the Huskies play a competitive, inspired game against LSU. And I want to tellyou how much it hurt it to not be there.
But it’s o’clock on a Sunday evening and I packed as much as I could in this day in anticipation/preparati0n for Tuesday. I have six “classes” (and use quotations because half the classes are seminar-sort of classes), will teach News Writing on Mondays and Wednesdays, and have already been queried about the possibility of joining the doctorate program. I’m spent.
Happy Labor Day.