Is it weird that I can’t remember what year of teaching this is? It’s either 22 or 23, I think. It’s 2026, my first year of teaching was 2000, minus two years for grad school, minus two years for being Furniture Man, means I finished 22 years and I’m starting 23, right? Assuming I count the semester I took off when I got sick?
I feel like I should have an easier time calculating something like that, but I don’t want to write it down and my brain is stupid.
Anyway, we road-tripped today and drove home in a driving thunderstorm and I’m reading a good book and I have to be in bed in an hour. I’m absolutely sure something will piss me off at some point tomorrow so there will probably be a longer post then.
Back to the grind we go.
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Man, when I was part of the teaching machine I could never get right which year I was teaching (it didn’t help that at one point I taught 6-years at a for-profit university that was 365 on the “school year”thing…). Ack. Let’s just agree that it’s a fucking miracle that we survived the experience… I think I tapped out after my 28th year. 🙏