Once More unto the Breach, Teach



Teaching is a weird job-- sometimes it feels like it's all introductions and conclusions-- and when the year ends and you wave good-bye to the seniors, you're not thinking about the fact that you're going to do it all over again next year . . . but you are (we were especially cognizant of this today because after sending the seniors off to graduation, we went out in New Brunswick to watch the demise of Messi and we saw some students that graduated last year wandering up Easton and they seemed so old, so far removed, though they were only a year out) and the only memories that might differentiate this year from all the others are the annual hand-drawn mural of all the department happenings and a fantastic picture of your doppelgänger for a day.


2 comments:

  1. you teach...in sandals? what the fuck kind of school system are they running up there?

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  2. mainly on morning basketball days because i'm too sweaty (even after showering) to put on socks. but also if it's very humid. no AC.

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