12:28 pm. Funereal morning. Drove K. home and gave her a bunch of my moving boxes. She has to be out of her apartment by next Friday. She kind of gave up on finding a place in New York so our future is looking pretty uncertain.
1:03 pm. Taught a mock seminar for incoming freshmen called "How To Read a Film." We did an hour-long shot-by-shot analysis of the first three minutes of Dasha Nekrasova’s The Scary of Sixty-First. The students were engaged and enthusiastic. They’re imagining a great college experience, and I’m part of the lure to make them think it’s going to be wonderful. In four years, most of them will be jaded and feel ripped off and duped.