New beginnings
Every late August, a light mist appears that slowly grows into a crust of dread in my heart. This is my 13th year of teaching at OCAD U and I still dread every first class, a feeling that is only amplified by the sense of mourning that I associate with the end of summer. Even though I have more experience, every year I feel less lik…
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