The entry-level English professor took aside the handful of us who weren't, technically, supposed to be in that class. We had tested out of freshman English by passing the AP exam
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I feel lucky to share a planet with people who have both a taste for adventure and great writing skills to bring others along on their journeys. I've done so
I know it must seem unfair to my kid when I reach my sensory limit for the day. At the young age of seven, he can never get enough of his favorite human:
📝I'm trying out a new, lighthearted weekly "journal" entry to supplement my longer-form posts. It's an excuse for me to write more frequently and share additional tidbits.
The first song I remember crying about was “Feed Jake” by an otherwise-unknown band called Pirates of the Mississippi. Looking at the lyrics today, it’s very grim, about a narrator who’s