I've forgotten why I was happy because now this thread is making me remember something that made me sad and disgusted.
It's unfortunate that different people have different tastes, isn't it?
This is the first time in my entire life that I've felt happy, pretty secure, and that I've got a bright future ahead of me.
I'm in the middle of making farewell gifts for my coworkers. About halfway done. They're
beautiful.
I sent a harshly-worded note that convinced the HPMOR people into giving me physical copies of the first 17 chapters of the fic for my class (they're doing this in "promising areas where talented students gather," meaning usually "white male engineer enclaves").
I wrote up a handout listing the canonical math textbooks, some popularizations, and my own problem-solving techniques for my students.
I'm making good progress on my list of Great Novels and Movies I want to have had exposure to.
I'm applying for jobs that I really want and that pay well. And I think I'm going to get one.
About to start a tutoring gig tomorrow.
Just finished another brilliant translation with my co-translator.
One of the lesson ideas I pioneered has been met with intrigue and a strong desire to adopt it unmodified from three professional teachers--who happen to be the ones in my little group that I respect the very most.
Was asked to join another role-playing game with one of my friends, which promises to be amazing. Plus the old one is going to start up again in the fall.
My students have demonstrated irrefutable proof of having internalized the problem-solving skills I was trying so hard to teach them. Even the ones with the very lowest skill levels.
It actually looks like I'm going to make it. All the bets I've made over the past ten years are starting to pay dividends, even though those around me tried to convince me that I was making poor choices.