11 PM, the night before my final 120 class.
In reality: In Memorial Library study lab, grading papers, grading Emoji essays, gearing up for tomorrow’s discussion sections.
In my mind: …one two three…five six seven…just want to dance…(also, doesn’t help any that my iPhone just started playing “Vivir Lo Nuestro.”)
The epitome of a sad salsa.
So sad, but I just wanna dance…