It is March.
It is the third month, and it is dark, and it is raining, and I am tired.
This morning my car battery died and I was frazzled and late to class, and I walked in and my students had already begun reading Beowulf. Beowulf. Despite the stress of the morning, I could not contain my glee. I love this story, love the suspense and I love the hero's journey.
Tomorrow we meet Beowulf himself, complete with sound effects, some great new words, and enthusiastic reading. I can't wait.
