Popeye Eyes and Squinty Skies

I always hope it goes smooth when I do number two, but when you hope in the context of terds it always comes out stinky. Our plumbing isn't doing so good right now as it is, and a tonka-dunk just throws another wrench in it.
The week after the fall break was pretty depressing. I spent a lot of time with friends and was getting pretty used to seeing Frances during the day so much.
I have a "formal observation" on Monday, so I better get crackin'.

Quiet Please

With taco sause on my school issued cheeseburger, and a roomfull of lunch-detention regulars, I will say it over and over again. We've formed this comfortably awquard relationship, viz., me laughing at their jokes when I'm not supposed to. And, I let them say "crap" freely. Lunch is over...

Like GODSPELL was for Jesus

I'm waiting for my next parent to walk in and have a pow wow about their bright urchins conduct. Sixth graders are sly...they are sneaking little slys. Most will deny every ill accusation to the bare bones. And, they like MANGA (working at Borders has earned me that little bit of info about current styles in literature). Man, and they think they are the COOLEST.
Along with beanie babies and soap novels, manga is the smelly fart of psuedo culture. I fart a lot too, though; this is my only creative expression that's going down right now. Parent walking in....