..documenting life and other musings..

9.12.2005

It goes something like.

Very little. 3 classes. Algebra 1, Biology, Algebra 2. The rapscallions. The beautiful rapscallions. M&Ms to cheer. Dateline docu about 9/11 to crush their stone-cold hearts. Find a job, a house. But, oh, are they beautiful. So cliche'd to say "they are the future." Too true. Must direct them. Direct them with my own misdirection/directionlessness. Very little.

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