A new semester started on Wednesday.

I got a 305 course, which I’m thrilled about.    I think I can tend to push them more intellectually than the students who are still learning the ropes in the lower level classes.

The thing is that I only have three students.
Three.
Wow.   I’m not going to know what to do with myself.

In a way, this is good.   In another way, this is bad because it’s going to reduce my already paltry pay by like 90%.

When I told Jason, he something along the lines that I shouldn’t worry because I’ll be heading back to Indiana soon.  ….   …….  I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but it struck me poorly.  Better or worse and not getting the usual pay is definitely worse and he’s ready to return me to Indiana.

I know that wasn’t his intention, but that’s just how it came across.  Whatever, right?   Be like the 110 temperature and let it dry up.

I am slightly worried about student participation and passing.  We all know how adjuncts careers are related to how many students actually pass.  Somehow, I’ve managed to keep a good average without kissing too much student butt.     For this class, I only have three students.

If one doesn’t pass, a third of the students would have failed and that precious average will easily plummet.

I’d hope Bryant would have some sort of contingency for this sort of thing.   Maybe classes under a certain number don’t count towards that average, but I’m not going to hold my breath.

Maybe I’ll have to go looking for another college.

—  Probably not.  I’ve got a great track record, but who knows.    All colleges are fickle.

———   Just like Florida.
It was supposed to rain today, so I stayed home instead of biking to the gym.  But, it didn’t rain.   The sky has stayed stubbornly partly cloudy so I’ve been trapped in the house most of the day.

I think I’ve been productive.   I’ve cleaned out a couple of closets, but I haven’t been to the gym all week.   I’m falling behind on my shows and I’m starting to feel a little anxious.  It’s just a nibbling anorexia thing in the back of my head I guess.  I haven’t been eating poorly.  Hell, I even had a couple of salads this week.   It’s just my four hours of proving to myself that I can do a full hour on the stair stepper, elliptical, treadmill… while those who are at least a hundred pounds lighter than I am give up after twenty minutes.

That’s actually pretty satisfying.

Course, it’s more difficult to begin again after a little time off as well.

Sucks. Sucks. Sucks.

I think it’s supposed to rain – really rain – up till Tuesday.

Course, the big thing over the past couple of days was the Democratic debate.   Nope.   Didn’t watch it.   Rather, I was tracking down fire breathing chickens for Wizards Unite.

Besides, I didn’t have to watch it to hear about the flubs — how Biden was attacked by Harris.   The microphone errors from the first batch.   How they all want to provide illegal immigrants with healthcare but have no idea how and can’t even protect our own.   The people in the medical profession don’t work out of the goodness of their hearts.

I do think it’s a bit funny that Williamson wants to spiritually heal everyone.   That might have been a great platform in the 50s and 60s.   Unless the trend has cycled around again, I guess it could be a good running platform, but how could she possibly spiritually heal everyone?

It’s kind of in the same vein as the Wiccans who cast spells against Trump in efforts to bind him or remove the deamon that they think inhabits him.    Will these same Wiccans cast protection and beneficial spells for Williamson?   Does she actually have a chance?

I guess it wouldn’t be the first time a U.S. president has gained office by prayer.

….  wonder if the Democrats will provide reparations for Wiccans as they’re all but promising other minorities.  They shouldn’t discriminate based on religious beliefs, right?  Course, all of that is kind of a slippery slope.    When would it end?

If I became the right combination of minorities, would I rule the world?   What if I was a black trans-female who was a Wiccan and a lesbian, with a Navajo great grandmother and a Jewish great grandfather who survived Auschwich?

No…  I’m seriously not making fun of anyone or institution.   Certainly not.
It’s kind of speculation of what a person may have to do to get noticed.  She or he could be spectacular and be a hard worker.   She or he could be intelligent, mindful, generous, and a Dalai Lama among people, but it may not matter without the outside packaging.

For years, parents have attempted to teach children that ‘it’s what’s inside that counts.’

More then ever, that’s been proved to be bull shit.

.. ….
We’re not bad people
We’re not dirty, we’re not mean
We love everybody but we do as we please
When the weather’s fine
We go fishin’ or go swimmin’ in the sea
We’re always happy
Life’s for livin’ yeah, that’s our philosophy.

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