It's the end of a busy semester--well, almost the end, since there's still one last grading frenzy to undertake. But the end is close enough that I can kind of see it--
From the work in progress:
From the work in progress:
Last days are always bittersweet for me. There’s a sadness in the act of saying goodbye to the students—many of whom I get to know a little over the previous three months, and like a little. But the sadness is always balanced somehow against the brain-numbing exhaustion of a long semester and the anticipated delight of a coming rest.
Rest? Maybe not. There is too much literarying to do!
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