Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection

Tomorrow, May 7th: I will be seeing David Sedaris live at the Marin Civic Center.

May 17th: I will be graduating from my single subject teaching credential program, receiving my five year preliminary credential in English.

May 24th: I will be celebrating my fifth anniversary with my beautiful fiancée, as well as our second year being engaged.

June 7th: I will be finishing up my student teaching at Sir Francis Drake High School.

June 21st: I will be turning twenty-seven years old.

Lot of stuff happening in the next month or so. This introspection is really about the future rather than about the present. Let's just say that I'm prepping to get things done.

Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone!

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