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The first day Congratulations are in order today, first to Snowgrrl, who got married today (I hope), and second to me for finishing a year of graduate school. Hooray for us. I don't actually feel very celebratory, though. My paper I turned in yesterday sucked ass and I feel bad about it. And I found out what classes I am TAing next year. Linguafranca was happy to get a TAship. I should be happy too, but I'm not, because I don't want to. I'm going to be a horrible teacher. I'll be nervous. I'll be incompetent. I'll be stressed out. Mr. Pooh offered to buy me a Big Mac last night to celebrate the end of the school year. I declined. I'll wait for a better end-of-the-year present. I'm a spoiled brat. I don't care.
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