I loathe teaching. I do. There I said it. It's there on the screen before me. I don't know how long it will stay there. I hate myself for saying it, even more for feeling it. When did it happen, maybe nearly from the onset of my career? Here I am finally 'saying' it out loud. Giving it voice. I feel like a traitor. As though speaking it has given form to some horrible, dormant, sleeping demon. And yet, there you go. Teaching feels like a trap. A wasted expenditure of energy. A motion I'm forced to partake in over and over and over and over and over . . .