Today I went back to my class. I didn't know how I would fare because I sort of felt as though I had swallowed a watermelon when I walked into class this afternoon, but as soon as I started talking, it all was suddenly okay, and I was just doing what I do, as I always do it. Everything else just sort of fell away.
The students' theses and plans were due today, but I knew by looking at their homework leading up to the thesis that they were not at all ready to do this. The draft was supposed to come in tomorrow, but I didn't feel confident that they understood the book or the paper topics well enough to write a paper I would be happy with, so I backed up and retaught the homework skills from last week and went over the paper topics again, and then looked at my sample theses and plans with them.
After class, I sat down and talked to several students in the reading center (the writing center was already closed). We spent a long time discussing the book, thesis statements, and the paper topics, and then talked about my parents for a while. I came home at 4:30, opened the mailbox, and found in it my mother's checkbooks, which will never be used now. I will have to close out the account and decide how to keep the money separate from the rest of the money in my name.