The problem with teaching literature is that I sometimes forget how to read for pleasure. Or, rather, reading for pleasure brings me very little pleasure. That's when I fear my job the most -- like it's robbing me of what I love most. But, I guess that's what summers are for (and research leaves, woohoo!). The neverending semester came to a close.
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