It’s end-of-semester crunch time, which means I’m practically living in my office as I grade papers and meet with students preparing same. The students aren’t the only ones counting the days until Summer!
On the plus side, I did have some good news today. As noted here recently, creative writing hasn’t been taught at The Citadel for a few years: the class was offered, but not enough students ever signed up. In a surprising development, I was told I would get my first chance at the course for the coming Fall term (surprising because I’m the Medievalist, not the Creative Writer on faculty). This was such a show of faith in me that I’ve honestly been fretting a bit about whether the class would make or not. I didn’t want to let anyone down.
Well, registration has been open for a few days now, and I just checked the enrollment for it. The class probably could have made with less, but I knew I needed double-digits to feel really secure. I’m pleased to say that at the moment I have 12 — with several folks who have said they are planning to enroll but haven’t done so yet.
It’s a crazy thought, but I just might fill the course (the cap is 15).
To celebrate, I give you Foster Brooks with Dean Martin. It has absolutely no bearing on creative writing, but it makes me smile:
On the slightly sad-side, seeing this does remind me how great comedy was “back in the day” (which is before my day, but you know what I mean).