Pigtails

I lost my scarf last week. I was so sad.

It was all I could think about in class

Which would have been fine, except 

I'm the adjunct and I was supposed to be teaching them about knowledge transfer

Instead I kept talking about how sad I was that I lost my scarf.

I found the scarf later - I left it in the cafe.

Honestly I knew I left it in the cafe.

But I couldn't be sure that no one took it or that I didn't actually leave it there.

The mind plays tricks.

I went back for the scarf and bought a coffee in thanksgiving.

I'll probably tell my students that I found it, to close the case and to humanize me.

Knowledge transfer is such a funny thing to pass a semester on.

My legs look hot in heels, but there is so much snow on the ground that my heels get stained salty.

This also humanizes me.

To the students, I mean. 

My ex once told me about an art history professor who wore pig tails and I think about this often.

I'm not going to wear pigtails to knowledge mobilization.

Knowledge mobilization is not art history, usually.

But I think about it.

The pigtails, I mean.