Shopping at Target for school supplies takes us into the arms of August, summer’s last great hump. I smell the Ticonderoga pencil shavings already...
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Or, A Prelude to How to Have an Existential Crisis I recently was hired to teach two courses next semester. I am thinking about quitting and I haven’t even started yet. In fact, I have pretty much already decided to quit, I just can’t be bothered to get around to it. I’ve decided not...
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