April come she will

We're getting into the meat of the year now, yeah? Right now I'm hitting the final stretch of the semester, the time when I ask myself if I really need to go to class or if I can afford to sleep in for an extra hour. Guess which has been winning.April is a pretty month for poetry. Rain and rebirth. I'm excited to taste it all.My April will feature:

• The return of GAME OF THRONES
• The literature conference I was accepted to is this weekend. Mildly nervous for reading my two pieces. More nervous about finding the right buildings and parking. My irrational fears of being lost or late or looking like an idiot cannot be topped.
• I'll be returning to my high school to teach Gatsby to some Juniors like I did last year. Cannot. Wait. Hopefully this year I won't have to yell at a kid and tell him he's gonna peak in High School. (oops)
• More sunny days means more outside study time which is infinitely better than studying inside. That should help my focus, right? One can hope.

Not too much happening in April, beside my semester ending and 8000 essays I have to write. But then summer.

I love the prologue of April. What are you excited about this month? What's got you feeling alive and breathing?

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