Squished

I love this time of year, and I hate it. Diving into another school year is exhilarating–and exhausting. This year it’s a bit more of both, since it’s my last time at this school. This week I work at a school with 850 students. Next week my school will have about 20 very special students. I can’t wait to get there–and I hate to go.

Hmm. I think my Pisces is showing.

The worst part about this time of year, though, is how it squashes my creativity flat. By the time I get home all I want to do is...