I was walking on the ASU campus the other day when I overheard a brief snippet of conversation that articulated brilliantly everything that I’ve been thinking for the past week and three days: “There aren’t many people who have been through this kind of thing. There is literally no free time, ever.” We started teaching…

Okay, so this is way early because obviously I haven’t met my students yet. But today, I did get to interact with students and then actually meet one student who will be in my classroom next fall. I guess all I really have to say about it is that it’s one thing to think about…

Induction sounds like it would be cultish and freaky and definitely not something I wanted to sit through. I’m awful at large-group getting-to-know-you activities, I hate icebreakers, and I didn’t want to stay at a hotel when my apartment is so close to Cleveland that I could have just commuted in every day. It turns…

I feel awkward when people at Induction ask me where I’m from, like they expect me to commiserate with a story about my long trip and the frustration and agony of trying to fit all of your belongings into two suitcases so I could move them across the country. Unfortunately, I have no such sob…

My blogging history is sketchy, at best. I kept a (massively embarrassing) livejournal in high school, I kept a travel blog when I was in Barcelona for a month and a half in 2010, and I was required to keep a blog for a Spanish class I took last semester on picaresque literature from the…