Three days ago I was a lukewarm Bears fan with a dream to enlighten unsuspecting undergraduates in the culture of blogging. By 10:15 last night, I was cheering for the Indianapolis Colts as they won their first-ever Super Bowl and mentally sifting through potential discussion topics and workshop ideas for the blogging class I'm now slated to teach this fall. I've even coined a catchy new vocabulary word sure to spread like wildfire at Saint Joe: bleaching! Because blogging plus teaching equals....
Well, maybe not like wildfire, but I just might find a way to sneak it into my syllabus.
I'm going to be a teacher. An adjunct professor. Me, who can't make it through even one staff meeting without frantically searching for the "Pause" button on my Real Life DVR remote so I can jot down a rough outline expressing intelligent, thought-out responses to spontaneous lines of questioning because I'm afraid of accidentally complimenting somebody's bra. I shared the good news with several colleagues from the college's alumni volunteer board and flapped around like a fish out of water when one of them commented, "That's going to be hard. I mean, has anything academic even been published about blogging?"
I received official word on Friday, when Luke and I made the trek to Rensselaer for my quarterly alumni board meeting, an hour and a half before midnight, within minutes of hugging my good friend Maia, who once mentored me through a year-long publications internship with the college's marketing office and saw me through an abrupt transition from intern to employee. I'm honored that the department is willing to entrust me with a classroom full of impressionable minds and hope my course meets their expectations; at the very least, I'd like to refrain from vomiting before I have the chance to introduce myself. They'd probably appreciate that, students and faculty alike.