The classes were not what I wanted them to be. Running nose, no contact with students. The material is too familiar to me. So familiar I sometimes fail to ask certain questions, for I know the answers, and I forget my students do not know them. After all, Joyce Carol Oates was right to say one should never teach the same material. The fresh perception is gone.
As I come home and open the diary I see a new u-mail message, and there's a link to the film "Closet Land". I start watching and hate the Russian translation. But better this, than nothing at all.