As you can see, I'm being phased out of student teaching.
I think I've figured out what I need to work on for the next several months before I start my first year of teaching: the art of not giving a darn
Mom knew him as a silent, bellicose bank customer. Dad sees him as a colorful character of his youth. I'll wonder what I'll think of him in three hours of listening left.
It’s not as though that there’s been a pattern of miscommunications between linguistics and the public, but rather a lack of attempts to bridge the gap between Ivory Tower-knowledge and the misguided assumptions of non-experts.
Humanity’s effort to understand these lines, as if there was some ultimate objective, only distances it inexorably.
Because I'd love to hop a train and have my life become a real journey, but I also like the idea of sleeping indoors.