First Day of Fall
This has been a hectic week orienting 13 new graduate students to their new responsibilities at teaching assistants, teaching first year composition (WR 121 at OSU) to 25 students per class. So much to cover, too little time, of course.
I pondered the use of "orienting" - that is, turning them to the east - and mentioned this to Michael asking why we don't occident them, that is turn them to the west, as in fact nearly all of these students have come west to Oregon from somewhere east of here, though a few have come north from California, which made Michael ask if there is even a term for northing or southing. Undoubtedly there is, somewhere.
I want a reverse dictionary that will allow me to enter the concept and find the term.
Recto and verso, face and peen, alamo, alder, and aspen. All words that crossed my mind this morning during my crossword puzzle. Words are wonderful, like flowers, like tools.
Tomorrow I will go back to school to post to our online course module and get ready for first day of class Monday.
Fall always seems like the beginning of the year for me, probably because I love school so much.
Here's a poem I wrote six years ago about first days of school.
"First Days of School "
Fine white chalk lies straight,
paired stiff in trays waiting
to be worn away to dust. The blackboard
clean, free of the ghost lines it will bear
all year like hieroglyphics. Twenty four
desks and chairs rest in neat rows,
soldiers at attention, soon to fall out,
at ease, in disarray until June. Two U.S.
maps sleep neatly rolled. And the globe
sits still, not yet turning, the earth before
Galileo set all of us spinning,
© Sara Jameson
September 18, 2000