I feel exhausted every May. Who can blame me? By the end of the year, I have filled out endless forms and I have attended way too many meetings. Then, there are all the papers I've graded. I love my students but grading is more an exercise of discipline than an act of care. These pressures drive me from the chair's office and into the warm, loving confines of one the boba tea shops that lie just beyond the boundary of our fine campus. I no longer feel weary once I am refreshed and I gain some perspective. I can appreciate all the good things that happened in the last year and there are many.
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