Tagging In A Sub

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Today, I wrote this whole introspective entry in my bullet journal to transfer here for today's post. It was a great brain dump, but at the moment, I really can't be bothered to type it all out here. I'm not sure if it's because I'm not ready to bare my unedited, naked thoughts for all to see or if I'm just that lazy. I'll leave that to you to decide.

I will tell you this. Being a substitute teacher is weirdly nostalgic. And maddening. And strangely productive. I'm sure I'll expand on that sometime in the next 97 days - it's bound to come up again. Or maybe it won't. I'm trying to be loose with these things.

P.S. Middle Schoolers and 9th graders are headache inducing. I don’t know how regular teachers do it.