tutoring glee.
I didn’t want to tutor today.
I really, really didn’t.
There’s thesis work to do. There’s a lot going on at other-work, too (the stuff I get paid for). I need to clean my apartment I need to iron my shoelaces I want to read the New Yorker and curl up and do nothing and sleep and traipse in the woods and stop overloading my brian and do not want to tutor.
Right. Two successful hours later, I am jumping with glee like a mad squirrel. I was made for teaching, and cannot wait to teach Italian twice a week next semester to brilliant young artists. They will undoubtedly be blasé, and some of them will care nought for homework, but it’ll be good to get some practice on non-Brown students (who are on crack in their own sweet way, hyper-responsible and sometimes more demanding on the teacher than the teacher is on them). Plus, RISD exposure specifically is never a bad thing. And, teaching! I get to create knowledge and get them to speak another language. How good is that?!