Thursday, May 30, 2013

Dear sectum sepra,

A student walked into my office today and just said "sectum sepra" like it was a hello. 

Me: Why did you say that? Be careful with that... I don't want anyone bleeding on my floor because of your sectum sepra.
Student: I don't know. 

You can tell we are a week away from the end of the school year.  I cannot wait to be released, and at the same time HOW IN THE WORLD CAN THIS BE? Where did time go? Didn't I just arrange my desk a little while ago? It's strange because I was counting down to the end of first post grad year, but I was not keeping track of the school year.  I'm almost done with one term of service and gearing up for another.  Soon my students will be on their way to college and waiting to see me cry at graduation.

They really want to see me cry.  Let lose another sectum sepra and I might...


love,
hannah

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