After an excruciatingly long time of getting myself trusted around the school, have the director to allow me to throw trash in a hole, and given a key to the classroom to hold summer school, I thought it would be smooth sailing from here on out. The cake had arrived. But that expression was on to something. I can’t eat it too, if there are no students here to share it with.
Week 1 of summer school: empty classroom.
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