Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection

Oh, my gosh. Bros. Bros.

 I am so happy to have a spring break. Like, I have earned it, okay? I'm gonna eat all the grilled cheese tomorrow, and I'm gonna relax as much as I can, and I guess I'll do some grading, but I have earned this week.

Next time you hear from me, I'll be about to go to my third seder with my in-laws, and this time, my parents will be a part of it, too! I love the fact that my wife's and my families are interacting and having a good time together.

I've been playing CAH with my nerdy friends, and now it is time to rest. I have an interview tomorrow, and I got to speak with principals yesterday. Things are looking up, despite the fact that my students at my current school know I'm taking off.

Wish me luck on finding a good school! And have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

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