I spent this past weekend going to a wedding of two of my former students for which I wrote an incredibly sappy poem. But part of the wedding fun was the fact that it was also a mini-reunion of several of my former students from the same high school. They are now all grown up and out there in the world pursuing their dreams. Through all of the fun and hugs, I kept getting asked, “What are you doing now?” The easy answer to that question is to say that I’m a writer. But I find myself questioning that label. It is not as concrete of an identity as saying I’m a high school English teacher or saying that I’m a graduate student. Those…