"Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason"

 So far, none of my students are juvenile delinquents, obnoxious, or inherently stupid. I'm considering that a success. Then again, I lectured on Sherlock Holmes the first day. Something everyone likes, sim? At least I think so. 

I can't believe another year's passing by. I feel like I'm getting older every time a new class passes through my door.
 

Now that I think about it, I need a drink.