Sometimes I think starting is the hardest part. For about two months this past spring, I avoided a morning HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) workout because I didn’t know what to expect. Who would be there? Would it be too random to just show up unannounced? Would I belong?. Like many of us, I feared what I did not know. When I finally made myself go, I was hooked. It reminded me of the crazy Wednesday morning November Project workouts I used to go to when I lived in Somerville. #somanystairs
A lot has happened since my last post. There’s no need to catch you up in detail, but here’s the in a nutshell version. I moved to Salem, MA. I slogged through an academic year of having three jobs, two of them technically full time teaching positions. Because of that, I spent my time grading papers, prepping for class, and crying on the weekends, usually over a stack of papers. There’s much more to it, but in short, last academic year broke me. While I know many people who play what I’ve come to call either the “adjunct game” or the “adjunct gamble” for years, it only took me a year to become fed up
A lot has happened since my last post. There’s no need to catch you up in detail, but here’s the in a nutshell version. I moved to Salem, MA. I slogged through an academic year of having three jobs, two of them technically full time teaching positions. Because of that, I spent my time grading papers, prepping for class, and crying on the weekends, usually over a stack of papers. There’s much more to it, but in short, last academic year broke me. While I know many people who play what I’ve come to call either the “adjunct game” or the “adjunct gamble” for years, it only took me a year to become fed up
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