from journal

…reminding myself with a bit of venom but also healing agent of words.  When I was commuting from one community college campus to another, nothing was happening.  I mean, I WAS teaching (I guess), and I was doing what I set out to do (kind of), but I would’t say I was happy.  The best part was the conversation with students, but grading all the papers, the traveling, the shitty pay, grading papers, waiting to see if you’d have work the coming semester…. No, none of that is missed even micro-microscopically.  I’m thinking about those days for some …