Jun. 14th, 2009
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Jun. 14th, 2009 09:49 pmSomewhere, in a small corner of the great city, lecture notes are still not finished. Papers are not graded. And the dawn of a new day is but hours away.
The lowly adjunct cries out for a hero.
Or a miracle.
Or a clue.
I have a dream. One day soon I'll be able to once again play with my Wii, read for pleasure, watch tv, be a fun person.
It will happen. One day. Right now, I'm really regretting picking up this summer class to teach twice in one week for 10 weeks.
The lowly adjunct cries out for a hero.
Or a miracle.
Or a clue.
I have a dream. One day soon I'll be able to once again play with my Wii, read for pleasure, watch tv, be a fun person.
It will happen. One day. Right now, I'm really regretting picking up this summer class to teach twice in one week for 10 weeks.