Work has just become chaotic and disillusioning. The mistakes that make more work for me are less problematic than a couple of moral issues I’m grappling with. I’m trying to decide whether the issue is deeper than my stubbornness, but I can’t escape the feeling that someone is being allowed a special dispensation that is unfair to the other students. I think the college would just shrug at me if I brought this up though.
I don’t want my job to be morally ambiguous. It gnaws at my insides.
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Well. Trying not to think about that, then, I’m off to my Russian lesson. Wiscon is a load of laundry and final packing away. I’m going to stopper my ears, go la-la-la about the student in question, and enjoy the company of friends and writers.
Catherine
