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Originally uploaded by wavybrains.
I returned to the professor-slash part of my life a few weeks ago. As you can see, it's going stunningly well. Well other than Daddy scanning odd body parts of the baby. And the screamy-baby who won't take a bottle. And the Daddy who collapses as soon as I walk through the door. Other than THAT, it's going very well.
I'm glad I decided to take a class this semester. This is my third straight term teaching a basic writing class though, and I can tell I'm ready for a change soon. Not that grammar's not all that and a pile of dangling modifiers, but the closer I come to using my degree, the better I feel. My goal right now is to find a way to apply my JD to working on the community college/undergraduate level.
The only place I'm really writing these days is in my head, but returning to teaching gives me a glimmer of hope that my words will eventually reach paper again. Eventually.
I also feel like I'm giving Freak and Tavy a gift--apart from the new eardrums both will need soon--a gift of uninterrupted time together. Because, trust me, I wouldn't have dreamed up scanning the baby.
