I have a classroom again, and the happiness I derive from this is perhaps bordering on the ridiculous.
The job of a professor is generally described as having three parts: the teaching part, the research and publication part, and the service to the university and to the profession part. While most professors do each part, rare is the person who excels at all three.
Me? I excel at the teaching part, and that's the part I love.
It's also the part that I was forced to give up when I became a widow, and I have resented that. A lot.
Having a classroom, I feel like a professional again. Feeling like a professional, I feel like a whole person.
It's only two classes and only for this semester, but I don't think I've ever been this excited about chalk.