Success...

Today one of my friends came to speak to my Legal Studies class. She is three months away from completing her articles and agreed to talk to my students about her career, and also give them a run down on the court structure in Victoria and Australia.

I hope I didn't embarrass her; I introduced her as one of my friends who was 'very successful.' She spoke, and taught, like a complete natural and the kids loved her. At one point I caught myself looking up at her so admiringly I worried that my students might think we were lovers.

I'm not sure I have any answers today, but I guess success is something I think a lot about. I am very proud to have such clever friends, and I think I am still concerned about doing the right things with my career (and with every minute of my time in general - but this could be a 'youth' thing). There are people my age who have spent most of their free minutes studying and becoming very good at what they do. Teaching feels like a constant battle to be on top of fifty-seven different things at once, often in little or no depth, while being constantly conscious of being a role model and wanting to give the best opportunities to one's students.

So while I know nothing more about law than what I have gleaned from old textbooks and some quick internet research, I was proud today to be able to offer my students an interesting experience. This is success enough for me today.

So yes, it's the second day back and my alter-Nana is already kicking in. The 'chainsaw gypsy' gig I had planned to go to tonight turned out to be on far too late for a woman of my immense professionalism, and thus, I am going to bed at 9:30. So? What of it?!