I usually don’t count how many times I sigh during the day.
I usually don’t count how many times I sigh during the day. But that evening, I was already at number five, and it was only 6 p.m. The kitchen smelled like dry-erase marker. I’d just finished grading 28 notebooks, each one filled with spelling errors and my red-ink frustration. On the table, a glowing notification: […]
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