I'm sitting in my classroom, doing the things that teachers are supposed to do to look busy. Papers clutter my desk, and a Korean girl named Ahrin is studying 12 feet away from me. I'm Listening to Danielle Beaudry on iTunes and wishing that I didn't have to go anywhere right now... Or maybe I wish I could go everywhere... Either one won't be happening.
This is one of those days that requires an Organic Chai, a metal table in Rocket Market, and a good friend or a good book. Maybe both. I am offered neither and have to be content with a noisy air conditioner and a room that smells like crayons.
It could be worse.... I kind of like crayons
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