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Not Nearly As

And so year two has begun…

My throat hurt badly after the first day, although it didn’t hurt nearly as long as last year. My feet are sore again, although not nearly as bad as last year. I’m still one of the last teachers to leave my side of the building, although not nearly as late as last year. I’m a walking zombie living for sleeping on the weekend, although not nearly as undead as last year.

And here’s the thing of it. Unlike last year, when the weekend rolls around, I just can’t wait to get up and go to school on Monday morning. What a difference a year can make.