All week, when I’ve gone to settle in for my writing pedagogies class, I’ve closed it right back up because a small inner voice has repeatedly said, “Nah, not this one. You really want to save this one until all other coursework is done for the week.” Today, all other coursework done, I opened writing pedagogies and shortly disintegrated into knots of frustration and a puddle of tears. (No actual tears were shed—but all the same, I was definitely a puddle of them.) 1/
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