I just finished another summer semester yesterday. For the most part, I loved it! I really do like teaching, as it fulfills so many of my needs: a salaried career with benefits, a self-motivated and self-assigned agenda with tons of control, camaraderie with highly educated professionals, watching mostly young folks light up with insight, ego boosting on a regular basis, daily opportunities to be creative, lots of time off, respect (usually), and discounts on cafeteria food. I actually don't think I'll ever burn out. How could anyone?
If I'm really being truthful, teaching also gives me a chance to pretend, for short period of time, that I am smart, not dumb, like my little-boy tapes incessantly loop in my head would try to convince me. Can someone turn off the Wallensak?
Am I smart? Am I a good teacher? Am I a good husband? Do I do the right thing most of the time?
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