another interesting and different thing about teaching in jordan was that twenty minutes or so into class, we were served cookies and offered coffee or tea. this made things cozier, and i like cozy. i flew home on monday--13 hour flight, lots of turbulence, three movies, including a rom-com that made me cry called About Time--and when I arrived at the airport i was immediately chosen for special inspection, during which i again cried. "come with us", an airport security official demanded, "may i ask why?" i responded, "because i said so!", she snapped, it felt like i was crossing through israel into palestine, it seems i am now being antagonized in both my countries.
on tuesday i taught my class back in the states. Still immersed in the intimacy and intensity of my class in jordan, i found myself being especially forthcoming and open. One thing i have always appreciate about writing and teaching writing is the intimacy and lack of compartmentalization. it is an area in which vulnerability is welcomed and even beneficial, though sometimes it's difficult to know what constitutes too vulnerable, especially when i am the teacher.
jet lag, leave me please....
on tuesday i taught my class back in the states. Still immersed in the intimacy and intensity of my class in jordan, i found myself being especially forthcoming and open. One thing i have always appreciate about writing and teaching writing is the intimacy and lack of compartmentalization. it is an area in which vulnerability is welcomed and even beneficial, though sometimes it's difficult to know what constitutes too vulnerable, especially when i am the teacher.
jet lag, leave me please....
