are OK.

That I am teaching and taking.

Caribbean lit got cancelled, sadly for the professor who is sick, happily for me though.

And I finally have everything figured out about pass-fail - that a letter can explain away everything.

And that I can write a creative essay for my borderlands class.

And that my workshop is great but I am always nervous about what I write. Lately I've been writing a lot about race & class issues - in South Chicago, in Pilsen, in South Dakota (yes), in Nicaragua even (oh surprise) - and I'm always afraid that I'll be read the wrong way, as racially or economically insensitive, because the people que me conscientizaron sobre eso are so blunt that I don't know how to speak to another audience.

And then I'm always afraid people in workshop are judging me. I don't take criticism well.

But the teacher is am-aaa-zing.

And my 8:30 students, igual. One switched in today from the night class, which meets 2 days a week, because she "really wants to learn Spanish but I just wanted to let you know this is my hardest class but I missed having it 5 days a week and I'll probably be in your office a lot."

!!

And I have no idea what I'm teaching them in about 10 hours.