I have been teaching for over 10 years, and yet I find myself packing my boxes of books once more; I have reached the end of yet another temporary academic contract, and I’m about to dive headfirst into the unknown. I feel like the embodiment of the twelfth tarot card, the Hanged Man. How did I end up here, upside down again? I admit, nearly everyone in academia in North America (and likely…
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