I sometimes wonder why it is I never became a librarian. There’s a comfort in sorting things alphabetically that you can’t get from learning a new piece of music or correcting students’ homeworks.
But the life lacks the excitement of doing research to write a paper that has to be presented in a week.
It lacks the excitement of first days of school with a new set of names and the smell of a new packets of whiteboard markers.
It isn’t the comfort I need.