The Beautiful Miscellaneous

What’s this “first-year” business?  Those are things that I say every single year.  And also, the “Get me a beer” feeling is pretty much daily, not just in June.

First year teaching is like, twice-a-day tear-fests and “What the heck am I doing with my life?!?” and “Why did no one tell me it would be like this??” and “Apocalypse, come any time you like, please!” 

Which is still pretty close to how I feel these days, but maybe a few less tear-fests.

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