The thing about graduating with a cobbled together temporary plan is, time starts to move differently.
Hello, friends! As most of you know, I'm home, and (for the most part) loving itttt. Do I have moments where I have severe nostalgia for sternly telling one of my favorite students to stop standing on his chair, for eating an entire Las Gringas pizza in one sitting, giving weekly reports on my class [...]
I’m irrevocably different than who I was four months ago. Sharper. More assertive. More selfish. More empathetic. Less willing to share myself, but more giving of myself. More okay with being a paradox, with being a crescendo of internal conflict that ebbs and flows and directly correlates with my need to write.