a very strange enchanted boy

So I'm doing this workshop at school for a week, to train half-a-dozen baby college professors. It's sort of a ghost town around here, with everyone away on break, and I was terribly depressed and lonely last night when I got in. But now I think that this can be okay. Maybe it will even be sort of cool.

Right now more than anything I want a chance to get to work. I think that because of my background I've had to think a lot more about the natrue of teaching and learning than most of my age group. From fifth grade on, I was always looking for something better, something real. And in that process I tried an awful lot of things.

So now I find myself with a lot of strongly-held convictions that are hugely untried. Last term I tried some of them out--TAing Shakespeare was a blast, and as a final project my prof handed the last week of class over to me, and told me to use it to teach "The Tempest." And I had a blast.

I want to do this. I want to teach. But it can be hard for me to articulate why, because education comes so naturally to me. It's difficult for me to explain why learning is important, because I've always seen it as self-evident.

And navel gazing, clearly.