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The end of week the first. I'm glad the first week is over. It's not been a bad week. I've really enjoyed it. But I'm tired now. 8am classes and I will continue to disagree throughout most of the semester, I'm fairly certain.

My 8am class is my favorite class (shh). They open their mouths, speak, and intelligent words (most of the time) issue forth. Watching them think through the issues and procedures brings joy to my teacherly heart. My 10am class needs to wake up. They like to stare at me and not speak. I will force them to talk. It's a goal.