The Curtain Closes on Lean on Me


So the seats are emptying, ticket stubs on the ground.  This act of teaching is done.  It was a good run for what it was.  That being, it reminded me that I love teaching even when I have hated it. I also learned, that I can get up like a normal person, and work.  And most importantly it gave me something, when I was feeling like I had nothing at all.

And the kids are the best, and the worst, and they were my students. And the administration of the building hasn’t interviewed or hired anyome yet for the open positions.  They are scheduling students into classes without teachers.

But enough about them.  In the next post, I eviscerate Ms. Cleo.  Fuck a bitch. Fuck a bitch.