This is my pops. He's 70 today. 70! Happy Birthday, Dad. And thanks for the pep talk.
BTW, he is smiling.
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I'm at Dollop again, and I think this place really is going to save me. The guys working on my building apparently don't take Saturdays off.
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I had yet another freak-out last night. When is this going to end? When am I going to adapt?
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I'm about to write a syllabus for Intro to Poetry Writing. I will be stealing many, many an exercise from Mary B., mentor extraordinaire. Unfortunatley, I won't get to use this syllabus for at least 2 more semesters. Gotta put in my comp-teaching dues.
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