I know, I know…I said I would try to write everyday, and I have been lazy about it. And I do mean lazy. How do bloggers do it? WITH PICTURES?!?!?! I am amazed. For example, I love the blog the good life. It is a style blog run by a mom of TWO, and she posts cute outfits, does Polyvore, creates links, and all kinds of cool things I have no idea how to do. I am getting a stomach cramp trying to figure out how to link her site to this post.
But, I digress…I was mulling over the concept of time management. During the summer, it is tough, simply because I am so lazy. During this school year, it will have to be a non negotiable. I decided to take a part-time position with Trident Technical College, the two-year college program here in Charleston. I will be teaching a section of 101…everyone’s favorite! I will also be teaching 7th grade, raising a preschooler, and living at the end of the universe. No worries, right?
So, back to time management. I have never been good with it. I remember turning in a paper that counted as my final exam at 11:30 PM THE DAY IT WAS DUE. It was before midnight, and I wrote the time on a note and stapled it to the paper. I made my best friend drive my car while I drank boxed wine out of a to go cup in the passenger’s seat, and when we got to Keezell Hall, I bolted out of the car, ran to her office (like I might miss her, since she was probably in her office, right?) and slid the paper under her door. I remember being so tired, and so frustrated with myself. I enjoyed the topic on which I was writing, so why didn’t I spend more time and do it right? My professor knew my game, and she could see right through me…speaking of, I have been thinking a lot about her as well. That is where that Flannery O’Connor post came from…the corner of the attic space of my mind where Jean Wampler Cash resides.
Dr. Cash was a no nonsense, brilliant, tough Southern woman who loved what she taught. Her lectures were delivered in a regal fashion-she spoke of her topics with authority and reverence. Not to mention, she wore neutral colors like a champ. I loved listening to her speak of the writers and icons of the American South. In my eyes, no none knew more of the topic. And she hated me. In retrospect, I don’t blame her. On the outside, I was a puffy, bloated, un-lady like college girl who didn’t know Carson McCullers from V.C. Andrews, with a pretty apparent unrequited fixation/crush with her prized student. (Said student became one of the closest friends I have ever had, he was the one in the car with me, and he and I are still friends to this day. Phew.)
So, why didn’t I fix this, you say? I think at the time, I didn’t know how. I was too young and immature for her well judged scrutiny; for that matter, I was too young and immature for college. So, I plodded along, turned in papers at the 11th hour (literally) while drinking Franzia out of a Yahtzee tumbler, and graduated from college. However, I graduated from college with a love for the American South, and I quickly surrounded myself with the oppressive heat and majestic foliage of Charleston. Fourteen years later, I am still here, married to the human equivalent of Foghorn Leghorn, and I am a teacher, indirectly because of Jean Wampler Cash. You see, once I realized I should have taken advantage of all Dr. Cash offered me, I tried to make up for lost time. I emailed her to thank her for all she did in her classes, and then I worked hard immersing myself in the culture she loved so. Lots of reading, lots of time spent in graduate classes, lots of time studying the beautiful dichotomy of the South, and lots of time spent trying to look at this culture the way I imagined Dr. Cash does-with total reverence.
Dr. Cash raises her eyebrow at me a lot in my mind’s eye. I select well-worn copies of A Good Man is Hard to Find over Fifty Shades of Grey, I still leaf through the Oxford American magazine whenever I am in Barnes and Noble, and in August, I will try to show a handful of Trident Tech students all I learned from Dr. Cash. Maybe then I will finally show her, even though I am scared out of my mind at the thought of teaching college level classes, that I am ready for her brilliance.
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