Friday, April 25, 2008


I have just finished my last class of the semester and finished conferences. We had student readings in the Fiction Workshop. When the readings were over, I repeated to the class what I had said at the beginning of the semester: They will not remember exactly what people had said about their stories, but they will remember the community created in the classroom--if we did things right, they would remember that. And we did do things right. What a great class.

Then I chatted with students outside the classroom for the Native American Literature class as they finished the teacher evaluations. One shared his journal writings with me. He said he'd never written until he was sixteen. His journal was full of his own poetry and drawings. Another student talked about how Native American Philosophy had blown his mind (We used a text called Native American Thought). He is in the military and has traveled all over the world. He is so open to ideas and to adjusting his own life-philosophy.

Allen is picking me up at 5:30 and we're going to meet two friends for supper at an Indian restaurant, the Tandoor. Life is good.

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The Secret of Hurricanes : That article in the Waterville Scout said it was Shake- spearean, all that fatalism that guides the Kennedys' lives. The likelihood of untimely death. Recently, another one died in his prime, John-John in an airplane. Not long before that, Bobby's boy. While playing football at high speeds on snow skis. Those Kennedys take some crazy chances. I prefer my own easy ways. Which isn't to say my life hasn't been Shake-spearean. By the time I was sixteen, my life was like the darkened stage at the end of Hamlet or Macbeth. All littered with corpses and treachery.

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