It's my last day of teaching. There's also a party, to celebrate my escape. I find myself ambivalent. On the one hand, I have had enough of teaching and it is definitely time to leave. On the other hand, what am I if not a professor of English?
I guess we'll find out.
When I was in graduate school, and as a young professor, I used to say, "All I want out of life is day after day with nothing planned. Is that so much to ask?"
Oh, and there is a huuuuge storm heading through Arkansas. It looks like it will be over before I start my drive back up the mountain, but of course I am fretting. It would be deeply ironic if I died in a tornado on my last day of work.
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Mazal tov! You will be a blissfully retired professor of English, I hope!
drive safely! --n&m
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