Read IFP drafts. Work. Go to class – first meeting, seminar, lots of Dickinson. We’re going to be writing imitations of poets who work with form for that class, which is very exciting. Meet IFP students. Come home. Cook proper dinner for a change. Come upstairs and come to the realization that there is still more work to be done. Come off it.
I feel like I have a lot to do, but it’s really nothing compared to the workload of the PhD students we meet. One of them I know is taking three graduate seminars, teaching a class, and auditing two undergraduate classes and a language class.