Friday, July 1, 2011

What happens?

What happens between age ten and twelve that I can walk into a G4
class on the verge of disentigrating and "
predictably leave in love with the world of ten year olds, and no
matter how much fortitude and gumption and resolve I garner, a G7
class leaves me wishing for an easier alternative like slamming my
head in a sliding glass door for the same amount of time?

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