this is the first time (besides the night i was standing on the couch crying about roaches) that i hated myself for moving. ok, i exaggerate. i miss chicago all the time. but tonight, i said to myself, "if only i hadn't moved, i could be witnessing history."
i wish i was in chicago right now, flipping over cars and cursing the cta.
we, however, rang the new president elect in with a bottle of champagne, some bourbon, and jambalya.
the truth is, it doesn't matter where i am, i'm witnessing it. and i can't wait to talk to my students and hear what they have to say about it.
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