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I hate when this happens.

In class today as I was talking to students about ways to organize their papers--they're investigating the arguments about an issue of their choice that are currently circulating in American public discourse--and someone asked a question that inspired me to talk about the various arguments currently circulating about Obama's otherness and his consorting with domestic terrorists. I mapped all these arguments on the board and asked students to identify some of the commonplaces. My students were fabulous, and I wrote all their response on the board, stepped back, and then had no idea why I'd moved to this discussion or where I had planned to go with it.

I was completely lost. I scanned what I'd written on the board hoping something would spark my memory, but nothing came to me. Zip, Zero, Bubkus.

So, I confessed. I told my students I had no idea why I was discussing this and asked for their help. Thankfully, they'd been paying attention and were able to lead me back a few steps in my thinking, and I was eventually able to remember what had prompted me to discuss this. Whew

I suppose I could look on the ole brightside: my students were paying attention. But damn I hate when this happens. Err, what was I saying . . .

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