Moving Right Along

Last couple of weeks of teaching and I have never been so glad to see the end of semester. From having to be front and center in class two hours after getting off the plane from LA, to getting sick, to being chased around campus by a crazed underachiever, it has been a hellacious semester. A Hellester, in fact.

Worst moment? Panic attack in the middle of a class on The Wasteland, the whole class watching me hyperventilate. Best thing? Rereading Mrs Dalloway and getting to know a new colleague who is writing a very clever, exhaustive PhD on drag queens.

Looking forward to knocking over the marking and wrapping American Monster, which has jumped in the last week from p 50 to p 100 of the rewrite. 50 pp to go.