Yesterday was one of those frustrating days at work. My students were impossible. I got nothing done. They don't understand that in the end, they'll suffer, since they won't pass the tests. Those are my 11th and 12th grade classes.
Afterwards, I rushed back home, via miraculous rides, ending up with time to spare before going to a wedding. No, I didn't take my camera.
Traveling is so stressful, never knowing how and when I'll get anyplace, but I don't think, joining this woman as a skirted motorcycle driver will help.
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