
Don't even
ask what the past week has been like. Suffice to say, Rebel Girl has
not finished grading her various paper sets, has
not finished staffing all the classes for the next semester, has
not finished writing letters of recommendation, has
not even begun to do faculty evaluations let alone holiday shopping and sister calling and instead has been composing a 2000 word essay titled "Pedagogy of the Deceased." It's too long and dreadful to post here but if you want a copy just let her know and she'll be happy to share the pain.
Instead, a poem, from the wonderful Muriel Sparks:
The Three KingsWhere do we go from here?
We left our country,
Bore gifts,
Followed a star.
We were questioned.
We answered.
We reached our objective.
We enjoyed the trip.
Then we came back by a different way.
And now the people are demonstrating in the streets.
They say they don't need the Kings any more.
They did very well in our absence.
Everything was all right without us.
They are out on the streets with placards:
Wise Men? What's wise about them?
There are plenty of Wise Men,
And who needs them? --and so on.
Perhaps they will be better off without us,
But where do we go from here?
~RG