Dear writers, how things change – last term I had very small classes at both U of T and Ryerson, to the point that I wondered if memoir was starting to fade as an interest among student writers.
This term, I’m happy to report, my class at U of T is completely full more than 3 weeks before term begins. The cutoff number at Ryerson is 4 or 5 more students per class than at U of T, but my class there, starting next Monday, is nearly full too.
I just watched a moving documentary about Warren Buffett. It was moving because at least partially a love story, a tribute to his wife Suzie who, he says, helped make him the humane man he is – a man who has given away many billions of dollars and taken great pleasure in doing so. In the film he speaks to a group of high school students and tells them, if they can find work they’d want to do even if they didn’t need a job, they’ll spend their lives skipping out of bed in the morning, as he does.
And I thought, lucky me, Warren, I’m one of those. I love the job I’ve been doing for 25 years at Ryerson and 12 years at U of T. Though I don’t often skip out of bed, and it’s likely I won’t tomorrow morning – see today’s post about body pain – still, I am energized and fed by love of my work.
As my dearest Wayson would say – Onward.