It's my last Sunday of freedom. My last Sunday without the Sunday Night Dread. Actually, I have a little dread since it's the last Sunday without it. I know it makes no sense.
I love my job, I love my students, I love my administrators and colleagues. Yet every Sunday, I dread the thought of another week of work.
I love summer so much.
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