After Driving An Hour In The Rain...
I mean, seriously, how can I not buy these shirts and wear them everyday? More importantly, how am I gonna make it through the day without looking at a kid and justing shouting "South Korea's got Seoul!" in my best James Brown? Yesterday, toward the end of 6th period, I started in on Dave Chappelle's "Samuel Jackson beer" sketch. "It's my beer! It'll get you drunk! Haven't you seen my movies? This is how I talk!" Blank stares all around and then I quickly told them to put their folders away.
This is what happens when I am in need of Christmas Break.
Or more time spent with psuedo-adults in their mid-twenties.
Or, you know, therapy.
(Miguelitos just walked in and immediately started cleaning the floor and straightening desks, without any kind of prompting or pre-arrangement. He has no idea what I'm writing about.)
The question of whether I'd want to be a student in my own class becomes more salient with each passing day.
South Korea's got Seoul!