sometimes, when my husband's piano TA cancels class like three or four times a month during the semester, i wonder why it was that i never did.

sometimes, when my husband's theory teacher demonstrates abominably bad teaching skills and has to be the subject of a departmental intervention of sorts, then has to redo the syllabus, and feels compelled to send out long, somewhat defensive and somewhat explanatory emails about the whys and wherefores of the whole thing, i wonder why i do what i do the way i do it when apparently tenure track professors can get away with murder.

and then i remember: oh, i'm a TEACHER.  that's why i do what i do.