So foul and fair a day I have not seen

While I was eating lunch today, it occurred to me that this is usually the time of year I begin teaching Macbeth to my seniors.

And I miss it.

Don't get me wrong, teaching Shakespearean drama to urban rednecks is not without its challenges: We read most if not all of it aloud, and most students struggle to understand the plot, let alone appreciate the literary genius of the work. Yet some of them do.

Regardless, teaching Macbeth in the winter gives me the chance to be reacquainted with one of Shakespeare's great tragedies; without it, I feel like a beloved family member is missing from the table at Christmas dinner.

So I think it's time to call up that long lost Scotsman and plan an afternoon together, perhaps a lunch date.