Cards and letters in the mail — with Charlton Heston stamps, mind you. Old newspapers recycled. The newsroom is clean(er). My office is clean(er). Next week’s student work schedule has been set. Locks have been changed. Some things have been graded. It was a productive day.
And, why yes, I would like a piece of pie, good sir.
This was at the department picnic, which is now held indoors after a few blistering thunderstorms in previous years. This should have been held last week — also indoors, but there was enough bad weather to close campus, and so here we are, dining in a classroom. Barbecue. Pie. And we’re giving out awards and scholarships and honors to students who are among the highest GPAs on campus. We’re presenting items to people who are student-leaders and acknowledging the honors they’ve been getting all year.
There is a program and about two dozen of the names inside of it are people I’ve had in class or worked with on some media project or another. All of that just means I’m lucky to work with talented young people.
And, at the end of the year, I get pie. And more grading.
