I was hit with an intense wave of nostalgia for things the way they used to be a few months ago when I stopped by college to water my plants and pick up some books.
I didn't see ANYONE--it made me yearn for colleagues or students and prompted me to wonder if the somewhat outdated model of faculty offices would be another casualty of the pandemic.
Will all the years of shared office space through grad school and adjuncting, yearning for an office of my own, and then finally earning an office with a tiny window have been for nothing?
At read me his thesis on John Brown as we drove north, and we were both surprised how quickly we seemed to get to the Maple River.
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| Plants are doing fine; i need to tidy some shelves. |
Will all the years of shared office space through grad school and adjuncting, yearning for an office of my own, and then finally earning an office with a tiny window have been for nothing?
At read me his thesis on John Brown as we drove north, and we were both surprised how quickly we seemed to get to the Maple River.
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