TodayI letan unruly emailget the best of meas my ego slowly bruisedblack and blueandthe world once again revolved only around me thenthe sudden wailof a tiny blonde angelas she fell off of the steel structuremere feet from meher left hand visibly brokena mangled mess thatI could not fixher mothergracious enoughnot to punch me outas I handed…
Get Your Own Disorder. This One’s All Mine.
I figure, if you read my blog, you a. love me unconditionally and won’t be swayed by anything I say. EVER. b. have a child in my classroom and therefore know the importance of kissing up to the teacher in order to ensure that said child does not go hungry/thirsty/or abandoned on the playground during…
Certain Things Worry Me
Like coming home from school with Superman and his friend (who is of the female persuasion) and five minutes into the playdate, seeing Superman come out into the kitchen with jeans, a red robe, and no shirt on. What. The. Hell. Like having a student throw up on my rug and when asked to go rinse his mouth…