|Breakfast, at 6.12am|
By 6.12am, the lecture is well and truly prepared. It is one of those challenging ones...condense thirty years of what I've learnt about Japanese history and politics into two hours, including a break and question time. My students know of my 'frustration' at having only 13 weeks to talk to them about Japan...two hours...sheesh.
There is also the added element that this sort of engagement just might inspire a student or two to pursue history, or Japanese, or just break down the fears about what 'university' might be about. I remember my first encounter with 'University people' as a high school student...it left a lasting impression. I really want to do the same.
In the office at work, just before the high school lecture, a text comes through that there is no change, he's hanging in there. Not quite a 'rally' but I carry the thought to get me through the day that I might be able to catch up tomorrow morning. Maybe.
|History is not in just one book, as I told the students today.|
My office, or one wall, at 6.12pm
I've a plan to try and leave a bit earlier today...maybe via the hospital, maybe.
I have instead, a couple of students drop by. It is important time for the students, and a part of the job I don't have enough time for these days. Never mind I have some new assignments to prepare and a few other things to do...I really do enjoy this time with students, it matters.
In the end, I leave about quarter to eight. I drive through without stopping at Caboolture tonight. My mate's life is slipping away. I'm home about 9pm...I miss my best mate. It's been a day of life's total mix of emotions. I did the very best I can do at my job...I missed my best mate, throughout the day. I went to bed, still hoping that maybe tomorrow I could duck up to the hospital.