There is a major difference between being not bad and being good.

Today is not a Monday or Tuesday. It is only Today. Tomorrow and yesterday share its Today-ness.

If the relationships don’t persist, did the teachers only care because they were paid to?

What I’ll never be okay with is an arbitrary 50 minute cage around the learning in my room.

Is that a quintillion?

Now the pile of non-related shittiness is sort of throbbing at me, begging to be aggregated.

Between the years of 2007 and 2016 my car had the word “Bitch” keyed into the hood. I left it there as a reminder.