For All the Students Who Made Fun of Me in KY for Never Coordinating or Matching Clothes: Check This Out

It's the cinnamon apple donuts. It has me in love with Autumn like never before...so much so that I bought a couple dozen for my grad students last night. Feeling festive, I chose to dress as the colors I see out my front window. I put the socks next to the sweater, pocket square, and jacket, and I was like, "Dang, Crandall. You can color coordinate, after all. See. That wasn't so hard."

Of course, my goatee looks like the scraggly ass of road-kill possum, but I guess the grays sort-of pull out the colors in the shoes. Well, maybe I need white suede.

I'm just thrilled to be able to dress myself at all these days. Yes, Thursdays are like my Saturdays. I'm exhausted, and typically I work the weekends to get ready for the week. Alas, it's another 7 am. until 8 p.m. this evening....I need to award my jury duty tomorrow with some sort of fanfare. Losing a day to the courts will be hard to recover.

Last night, I had an awesome class teaching text complexity and used Ursulla Leguin once again by pairing it with my SU fellow doctoral pals, now Ph.Ds, and their work on teaching text complexity (woot woot Maria and Kristin). Sometimes I wish I could video tape this particular lesson so Critical Friends could say, "Crandall, what a crock of shit that lesson was," or "Dang. Do you see what just happened in there? That was amazing." 

Bottom line...I navigated the room as the students connect research to practice. The fluidity is amazing and the lightbulbs pop up as if halftime at the Super Bowl. Sometimes I sit back and think, "I can record this and next year they can hit play. It will allow me to move to something else." But each year I change things, tune it a bit, make it better, and watch what happens. 

And last night. They got the swell-dressed Crandall, as opposed to, "Nutty professor with mismatching socks that don't match the tie, Crandall"

Okay. I need to write. Like seriously write. So in 3...2...1