God, I can't believe that school has started up again. This summer, barring maybe the last month, sucked and now I'm right back at teaching. Anyone out there need some English credits? I still have some room in my Early Brit Lit survey. And I promise, no Beowulf. The weirdest thing about being back in action is seeing just how young these kids look. Every year they look younger, and every year I get better looking. Now, some of my students look like would be my kids. And speaking of kids, hows about some psych funk from a buncha little brats? The oldest here tops out at 10, so how the fuck did they come up with this shit? If you're singing about tequila and pimps at that age, life must have been pretty screwy.
From A Cabin In The Woods: Day 4
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