There are 17 desks in my tiny classroom. Why am I still testing prospective students?
I'm reading Confessions of St. Augustine. I probably wouldn't have it if the book wasn't free, but I'm glad I snagged it. It's like a ghost floated down to me to whisper answers for my needling questions about the value of education, hopeless causes, and autobiographies in general. And that's just the first 70 pages.
I need to go eat dinner.
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