A few weeks have gone by, and I'd love to say that I've made progress by leaps and bounds, but I haven't. Why? Because of life.

Teaching classes takes time. One needs to plan the lessons for each day. Then one needs to teach said lessons. One also needs to grade homework, grade assessment tests, grade participation, post said grades, and just plain keep track of the grades. In short it takes time.

Being a student also takes time. Those books I read are not like Harry Potter, where one can fly through it. No, each sentence is loaded in meaning, so it has to be pondered upon for several minutes before moving on. It feels like each page takes close to 15 minutes to read (maybe not, but it feels like it.) So basically, it takes time.

And then the little things in life that like to throw themselves in front of us, they add up to take time. Time away from valuable research time.

But, nonetheless, progress was made in the few weeks. Not nearly as much as during the summer months, but then there were fewer distractions. Still progress was made.

For one thing, I discussed various thoughts that were assailing me with my advisor, and we decided that my first direction was the best one. So I'm back to looking at authors with multicultural backgrounds. Not that I really looked anywhere else, even if I thought about it. And then I decided on one author that I want to use. I think. I mean she interests me, but I need to read everything that she wrote, and then pick my favorite work. So that's progress.

Baby steps. How does one eat an elephant? One bite at a time. I don't know that I broke though the skin yet, but I'm certainly getting close to it!

Until next time, with good news and more progress