Why I love my workplace.

After preparing for class all morning, reading and commenting on essay topic proposals all early afternoon, teaching for 80 minutes, and then attending an hour-long committee meeting, I walked back toward the officehouse and encountered a herd of cattle in front of the college library.

Here's what education looks like where I live: a sculpture class built these beasts and grouped them on the lawn this week.

No place is a paradise all the time; there's a reason the word "utopia" comes from the Greek for "no place." But this place comes pretty close, a lot of the time.
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