Time has bent, stretched out, and curled back on itself over the past few months. I’m definitely not as good at sensing the time as I used to be. Schedules have a drastically diminished role these days, which has definitely had some positive effects, but sometimes I feel a little unmoored.
I got an email this morning from a student who said she realized she had one of my copies of Fahrenheit 451 in her backpack and asked if she’d need to come to school to return it. Her face materialized in my mind, dark blond hair and a spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She’d been an 8th grader when I taught her, and she must be in 10th grade now. I was surprised by the message and pleased to hear she had been giving one of my favorite books another read.
I wrote her back that it was great to hear from her and that I hoped she could stop by and say hi sometime in the future, and that she’d find me down in the Dolphin area these days. Oh, and keep the book- it’s an essential part of a personal library.
She responded that she was so sorry and had momentarily thought that I was her current English teacher. I guess I’m not the only one without a firm grip on time these days.
My Corner of the Village 