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picture of Catherine, Maybelle, and me.
Writing is challenging these days. Speaking is difficult. I have continued communication that seems to shift. More and more difficult. I am struggling--rest assured.
I've had to read this blog for three times so that I'm can get it across.
So let's talk about what's going on.
- I'm learning how to do online teaching at my school, and it's kicking my ass. Others scholars are going along. Meanwhile, I am spending 10 hours or more. per week (more than this? 15? 20?) It's so hard. It's time to dig into my wonderful teams every week. I heard this from a colleague. She's dong this training once a week. I'll see what I can do--we'll, I'll try. Kicking my ass.
- Here's an awful change: I couldn't remember Maybelle's name twice recently. Couldn't remember. May...Mother fuck. My daughter.
- I'm teaching a class on Tuesdays from 4:00-6:45pm--a long time, while I get more and more exhausted. Once a week. A great group--questionings, speaking, doing so in for conversation. As the conversations emerge, my exhaustion can grow. The students are great. I'm having a great time. And let's acknowledge what I deal for: it's hard. This is a new class. I decided to teach something new, a 120-level special topics course l that me do let what I wanted. So the class is Living Different Lives: Feminist Disability Studies (and other ways we’re different). That's the title. We're having a great time. And it might be challenging.
- Continuing to have the chemo every other week. Following with exhaustion. You have read about this before. I hope that Chris will publish what I've been writing.