This morning the Moon entered its 19th mansion, The Air, whose letter is ز and whose Divine Name is The Living One, الْحَىُّ.
I worked at home today and graded work from my freshman class. The average on the homework was disappointing, and fully 25% of the second section didn't even submit an assignment.
I was feeling discouraged, and then I considered that the society in which I am teaching is probably significantly sicker than the one in which I studied when I was my students' age. It can be hard to predict their degree of dysfunction. I am guided both by experience and by intuition. I try to maintain a certain degree of professional integrity, but it does appear that student abilities have been declining since I first started teaching.
I realized that I am now in a place where I am no longer able to maintain a kind of reflexive belief in what I am doing. Although I sometimes feel pressure to resist feeling this way, it is actually something of a relief to be unburdered of useless beliefs.
I'm going to take care of a few details for tomorrow and then I will spend some time doing things of my own choosing.