I dreamt last night that I was in jail at the high school. As in, locked up, held against my will, and wistfully wishing for freedom. My AP was the warden who, while feeling sorry for me, refused to set me free.
Hmmm.
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What were you saying about teaching being a good gig? I've been having terrible dreams recently, many of them work-related, so I feel your pain.
In other news, I have been considering facebook since reunion where everyone else knew a surprising amount about each other's lives through facebook. But I'm still not convinced.
School anxiety is starting already, huh? Sucks.
So interesting.
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