today was sixty degrees. it rained, and it was still cold downstairs in my classroom. I told myself I never wanted to have to be in a sublevel/basement room, where I could feel the mold and then dampness of the earth overtaking my life...yes, dramatic. but you know, when you spend a year living in a sublevel apt, on the verge of floods, leakage, draftiness, insect -infestation and mildew--you too, might be as I am.

The saving graces of my new adopted classroom are: that it's a cool room, it's located next to a cool English teacher, and well, it's my mentor's.

and yet, it's colder in my classroom than my fridge is able to keep my food. boo.
spring has decided to sleep in. so fine then. please come, summer. I am ready for you anyway.