Hordes

Tomorrow the hordes show up, should be good.
You know, I can still remember almost all of my teachers from school up until high school, then they sorta fade out... well, there was Debbie someone- red hair and blue eyes, a science teacher that work white pants and colored underwear (he was so cute!) and my drama teacher. She let me smoke around her.
I went to 13 different schools, 2 in the 9th grade. I quit halfway through that year.
bummed around, moved out of my parents house. Partied my ass off. Had a few Sugar Daddies. Pretty girls get what they want for no money. Not free, mind you. I paid a price. Humiliation, etc. I finally quit that lifestyle when the price got too high. There was the drug deal that went
bad and someone tried to trade me for the purchase price of some bad coke. Waking up to "where am I?" and what-not. Not for me anymore.
Anyway, the only place I ever felt like someone gave a rat's ass about me was school. I felt like a success and that I wasn't worthless. So, yeah, I teach, I give that back. Some days I AM the ONE person to give a rat's ass, or to give a kid his/her worth.
Try wearing your heart on your sleeve for 150 kids for 180 days. Heavy stuff. Pretty cool.