I remember standing in front of the students and feeling out-of-sorts. They were waiting for class to begin and I was waiting to compose myself before starting class. I didn't know exactly what to say, but I felt I had to be honest.
Without too much preface, I told them that my father had died last week and that if I were a bit 'spaced out' during class today, then that would be the reason why and I, sort of, gave my apologies in advance for any possible upset during instruction. Perhaps I had given them too much information (TMI!), but I felt I owed them a explanation for any strange behavior I may have then exhibited in class.
Actually, it would seem that through my sharing of what had occurred, I was temporarily released from the upset and could just get on with teaching. Tuesdays and Thursdays became my 'grief free' days weekly. I finished out the semester of teaching German 101 before dropping out of grad school.
Class was finished, my studies were over, and Dad was gone.
|Douglas Allan Batz 7 Jan. 1940-19 Oct. 2002|