Every class is an organism unto itself. It’s why the end of the semester is so hard for me—a creature, no less different from any other living thing, disappears forever. It’s why the beginnings of semesters are so difficult as well. What is this animal? Does it bite? Is it even housebroken?
After the first class of every semester I go home and tell Alice that the new kids aren’t as cool as the old kids and she says I always say that. After the last class of the semester I go home and tell Alice those kids were just the best, the best ever, and she says I always say that.
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