I'm the loser, not you.
It's summer! That means I have time to think about writing (and reading, and yard work, and my children—not necessarily in that order). I have finished my sixth year as an employed pedagogue, and I hope to add a few entries before the insanity returns, but I make no promises—especially not to myself (the only one reading this anyway). I must try to be disciplined, however; and you must try to make better use of your time.
In honor of the end, here's a little ditty:
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Marathon
I'm in favor of dropping dead
Happy having made the run
Saying what they needed said
Breathing fatefully, "We won."
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We have won, for now, but victory itself is a kind of death.
Now is the season: R.I.P.
