Making My Dream Students Cry

Last night, I dreamed that the first day of class was so mind-blowingly awesome that my students cried.  The tears started when I explained why non-majors should care about the course, about why history is so important.  It was awesome.  Now, if I can just remember what dream-me said.  Damn.

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