My Cardboard Balcony

Okay. So here's the deal. I want to make a professional effort not to divulge too much info about my new job. This is not just because I find it uncouth to spill too much about my teaching role in a public school. It's also because I want to respect the privacy of my students, as well as be courteous to my fellow teachers and colleagues. So that will mean that many of my introspections, going into the future, will not necessarily be about my work unless I truly need to share something shocking or groundbreaking. For now, I can tell you a few things, so let's do the breakdown! English classes: Two are excellent. One is rowdy, but fun. The other...well, as all teachers say, there's always that "one class." In short: Hoo, boy! Yearbook: This has been an adventure so far! I think I have, for the most part, a really good team. As I've mentioned before, I'm on a very, very sharp learning curve, so I've been getting support from a lot of amazing

Nice Catch, Bobby! by Belinda Roddie The baseball flew right into his mouth. It tasted great!

“Hey. Dude.” “Bro! You startled me!” “I know. But you gotta get out of here.” “Why?” Hoss jerked his thumb toward the sleeping blonde girl on the couch. As Rose moved to take a closer look, she stopped and lifted the brim of her cap. The girl’s lipstick was smeared. It was very red. “Bro,” Rose whispered. “That’s not lipstick, is it?”