It's 8:39pm, and I should just go home.
My classroom finally feels like a classroom. My brain feels like old marshmallows. My nerves will feel better once I stop thinking about the fact that tomorrow morning is the last morning I will wake up and not be responsible for 29 students!
The elusive "they" say experience is the best teacher, but the real best teacher is Dr. Sommers, and now I wish I could relive all of her classes and write down every single thing she ever did and then do it myself. Including, perhaps, introducing my textbooks as "content-laden and aesthetically pleasing."