The House Collective

teacher.

Tomorrow, I become a teacher.

I don’t know how many students will be in my class. I don’t know when my class will start, or for how long I am supposed to teach. I’m not sure if there is lunch provided or if I should bring something. I have submitted my curriculum for translation, but it has not been translated as of yet.

And thus begins this new stage of my life: I research, teach when asked, and remain flexible.

Oh my.

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