I landed a job; I'm so relieved.
I had not thought about how much this means to me. How nice it is to spend some time with a listless student, discussing the use of figurative language in "The House on Mango Street."
How nice to hear from another parent: "My child says he couldn't invest one more hour in his essay, because he was upset about his uncle's death. But, between you and me, that's bullshit."
How nice to read certain canonical student words: "Sorry this is so late!" (And to think of an immortal line from Beverly Cleary's novel, "Muggie Maggie." If you're truly sorry, then why is this a recurring behavior?)
I celebrated with pizza, and with a new, apparently trashy novel, "Listen for the Lie." Things are looking up.
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