Yesterday I found relief in the President/Provost Student Advisory Council that I belong to. We met with a head from Alumni Affairs, and two from Development. They were sharp and receptive. I projected my opinion to them across the roundtable with a signature request. They heard my frustrations about student organizations, and so did the Provost, the Vice President of University Life, the former Director of Student Activities the current one and the Program Director for University Life. The last two approached me during or after the meeting. It feels good to be recognized and great to participate. I will miss that this fall.

Last night around 1am I found myself. The hours of 11p-3a are my best. I calmed down, I could focus, and I produced. The kink is out of my flow and at least writing is coming back to me. I should be able to turn in at least one paper on Thursday. It’s not late. I should be good, but not good enough to post I don’t think. Sorry.

Today is my last lesson with the child that lives an hour away from me. Last week his mother told me that he is autistic, and has Asberger’s Syndrome. He’s five years old and easily my brightest pupil to date. He has probably also absorbed the most material. It’s been a pleasure working with him. I will miss him.

Last week he repeated some insight to me about Chess. It had to do with strategy and tactics but I don’t remember what exactly. Curious, I asked him who had taught it to him and he responded with a smile that read “Don’t you remember?” It was “You.” My whole body reflected his smile and we just played the rest for the rest of our time. I don’t remember the last smile from my heart all the way to my face. It must have been a been a while.

The showed me their pool table in the basement last week. It’s tempting but I don’t want to mix the two. Unless they want me to!