i have papers to grade and classes to plan. it's the last week of the semester and i'm tired. pooped.
xausted (sounds like ZAW-sted).
Rhonda expresses it perfectly when she says:
dontwanna dontwanna dontwanna!
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this blog is about transitions: urban to rural relocation, garden making, house renovating, cancer surviving and tenure getting. But mostly it is about being fully, imperfectly alive.
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ah, you remind me how glad I am to be out of the academic world. Not that I never feel the I don't wanna urge (like I don't wanna get out of this nice warm bed for the 2 am nursing session maybe). But that's different than the I don't wanna feeling at the end of a semester.
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