hopin them crackas see me...

i'm a beast. i'm a dog. 

i'm a mother-fucking problem.

8 posters later, she sat back and smoked a cigarette on the porch. construction paper letters, rubber cement, make-shift laminating with family dollar packing tape, kipp slogans, etc... i am running the gregory seventh grade. i might even be running my own classroom, more or less, assuming i am able to stay on my medicine. 

i feel very calm and controlled right now, like a nice car on a nice street. 

i should call some people, but i'm on a roll. what's next? documentation forms for the Saturday Morning detention that myself and the coolest lady are holding? a proposal for seventh grade field trips? parent phone calls? lesson plans? science units? a nap? 

never over, never enough. 

i look forward to be really really really good at whatever i do after teaching.