I found out the other day that I get to teach a class next semester, which excites me greatly.
Today, I taught many, many students (one-on-one) about writing. It made my brain very, very tired.
But...that sense of a job well done...that makes up for the tiredness. I don't know if they really learn that much from a half-hour or hour session, but they seem grateful when they leave, and I like it when they come back and I can see how their writing changes (and improves, sometimes).
I'm grateful for the chance to work with students in the writing center, and I'm grateful for the chance to teach next semester.
And, now, time for bed.
PS: I've started reading Pegasus in my scraps of stolen free-time, and it's awesome.