Back home, Pimm’s Cup in hand. It was a good day.
Let’s just not talk about how it was also the first day of my fifteenth semester of grad school. (Secretly, I’m not horrified.)
They say you learn something new every time you teach. Well, consider me enlightened: not only do I still get nervous, but it turns out 18 year-old boys will look down your shirt if you wear a v-neck. Duly noted.