“School’s out for Summer”
Three colleagues with a combined 100 and something years of teaching experienced retired and left me in charge. One of them just found out she has cancer. It has been a sad couple of weeks, but it is really starting to sink in.
I’m finishing my master’s in the next two weeks and then I’m reading like a madman for the AP course I’m teaching next year.
I took tickets at graduation today. You see all walks of life. I always see kids’ parents I haven’t met before and go, “Okay. It all makes sense now.” I’ve never seen so many tattooed titties in one place. It must be a rule: you get a tattoo on your tit, you have to wear clothes that show it to everyone.
My favorite today was the tiny, ancient, toothless black lady wearing a purple and blue flowered dress from the 1970s and a fluorescent lime-green stocking hat, even though it was eighty outside and felt like the eighth level of Hell in the gym. The eighth level is the last level that’s hot, in case you were wondering. The ninth level is ice, because it’s the furthest away from God. God is love. And then Dante climbed over Satan’s back to get out.
