September 06, 2002

So Im cleaning out my car this morning -
and there are these kids that show up.
after Im done I ask " What grade are you guys in? "
and they say - seventh, seventh, nineth.
I laugh.
then one of them asks : " Are you a Teacher? "
I ask him : " Why do you ask that? "
He says : " Because you look like one. "

. . . . .


nothing says broken dreams like the eyesight of a seventh grader.
I said : " I wanted to be. " - and then went inside.

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