It took almost an entire semester, but when we returned from break I felt like me in the classroom.
I would have never guessed I would have a mini identity crisis as an adviser after all these years, but setting matters. (The writer in me should have known that.)
I still have so much to learn about teaching, about journalism, about life in general.
At almost 50 it’s easy to just go through life’s motions instead of really living. I don’t want to do that. I want to be like Auntie Mame minus the Great Depression and those boots.😊
Live, Live, Live!