"That would be the largest thing in the U-Haul, actually," I told him looking around at the walls dark with all the dust shoved into the small office with each door slam.
"Where you taking it to?"
"Lake Charles, Louisiana," and the room expanded around me as he punched heavy fingers into the keyboard.
So odd, I feel like this happened yesterday. Now, I am settled in, teaching, and studying at McNeese. The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind of new faces, schedules and a roller coaster of emotions for me.
I started teaching on Thursday and was a tad nervous. Especially when a tall 50-year-old man walked into the classroom. He sat in the back and glared toward the front of class. I feared he may be the type to think a girl half his age could have absolutely no authority in his presence.
"Remain confident," he said as he handed in the diagnostic test I administered. "You're the boss. Remember that. You're the boss."
Did I seem nervous? I promise I wasn't nervous. At least, not a whole lot, but it was reassuring, nonetheless.
My apologies for not maintaining this blog like I said I would. I will try. Soon I will post a blog (and picture) of the art work I commissioned Rio Grande Valley artist Beatriz Guzman to make for me. Also, a blog of my phenomenal cohort at McNeese.
