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Pedagogue

God Tam It

In the sense that vocation determines identity, I think of myself as writer first, professor second, and attorney third.

It’s easy to consider academe as a day job to pay the bills and buy health insurance to mitigate the damage I’ve done to my body the past two decades. A semester hasn’t passed since I’ve been at Edison State Community College that I haven’t thought good and hard about doing something else.

It never fails when I’m weary, my classes are subpar, or when Edison’s administration is acting up, some kind and thoughtful young woman or man (or a sometimes even gaggle of them) throws me a life preserver, e.g.:

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