Spring Semester of 2006 (January through May), I had a crazy schedule.
We lived outside of Coalville, Utah. Each Monday, I would wake up at 4:30 a.m. and drive 90 minutes to teach four sections of Philosophy 2050: Ethics and Values at Utah Valley University in Orem, Utah.
After I taught my classes at UVU, I would make the 2.5 hour drive up to Pocatello, Idaho for a graduate course in American political thought at Idaho State University. After the three hour class I would drive up to Idaho Falls where I stayed the night with some of my wife’s relatives.
On Tuesday morning, I would drive to Rexburg, Idaho. From 2:00 to 3:15, I taught Philosophy 315: Ethics. After class, I would drive the four plus hours back to Coalville (we actually live 20 minutes off the freeway).
Wednesday and Thursday, the same schedule would repeat. Coalville. Orem. Pocatello. Idaho Fall. Rexburg. Back to Coalville. The only difference being that my Wednesday night course at Idaho State was on State and Local Government Administration.
I listened to the radio quite a bit during those drives. One song in particular stands out to me. It is “Sing” by the Dresden Dolls.
I still sing along with this song.
Sometimes I cry at the same time.
The line “Sing for the Janjaweed” haunts me.