It's Tuesday afternoon and I'm on a break at home. I'm trying to do this with both eyes open, but the affected eye is tearing a lot. I just put in the eye drop. The has not been painful today, though it is starting to twitch now.
I just prepared a batch of popcorn for my evening class because I promised to show them a movie. I don't know if anybody in the class will show up because it is the last day and they've already received a passing grade. If they want to pick up their certificate, I guess somebody might show up.
We had agreed on the plan of watching a funny Christmas movie for the last evening together. I chose the 1951 move, "Scrooge" with Alistair Sims. I think it will be entertaining enough to view even if they don't understand a lot of the old fashioned vocabulary. I have prepared a plot summary, nonetheless.
Before I came home, I had a coffee break with my campus "niece", DJ, a shy student who used to be quite anti-social, low in self-esteem, and kind of depressed. I took the initiative of interviewing her then developing a friendship with her so as to counsel her and let her know there was someone to talk to. There is another prof with whom she likes to talk regularly. She has improved a lot and become more sociable and happier. She's had a boyfriend for the past six months, but today she told me that she had broken up with him. I expected it because she had talked about doing it for awhile. It is a healthy thing because, though he's kind to her and passionately in love with her, he's not the right guy for her. She cried a bit, but I assured her that it was the right and kind thing to do, and she seemed to feel better. When we talked about the prospect of her ending this relationship, we had said a break up should be regarded as a success rather than a failure. There is no reason for her to regret having had the relationship. It was her first love, and first sexual partner. Now, though she misses his company, of course. I invited her to go have a meal and a beer with me on Sunday in the Christmas spirit.
I slept in a bit late this morning but made it to my 9 a.m. class on time. The class went well, for we have come to an agreement about how to handle the course content, which are lectures downloaded from the internet.
Well, I didn't say I wouldn't talk about my own acts of kindness at the outset of this project. Of course, it is the middle of the day, and who knows how the rest of the day will go.