I've met my students for the new semester & enjoyed my initial interactions with them. I'm looking forward to the semester. It's funny, when I redesigned the blog & swore off political rants (almost successfully), I thought I would write a lot more about teaching that I have wound up doing. There is the obvious problem, of course, that I do not blog anonymously, so I need to watch my tongue, especially when I am frustrated. But I find that I rarely want to write about even the successful & wonderful things that happen in the classroom. Thinking about this, I realized that there is a special kind of privacy involved in teaching that I am reluctant to violate. I don't want to go all sentimental or quasi-sacred here, but I suppose what I'm feeling is a combination of sacred & profane motives, each of which make their secretive demands.