Matter of fact, I think I try very hard. But more often than not, it does not work out the way it is supposed to. Sick and tired of preparing my ass off for class; entering class feeling like one who carries an awkward load would; and just dropping that unruly weight on the poor students. I guess when you try hard that’s when you die hard. Looking forward to a brighter tomorrow, and a gentler and, what the heck, mellow, delivery. Amen all the way to heaven and back!