My edits will not be ready for you in the morning, as promised. I've just spent 105 minutes on the phone with a high schooler. All the while, thinking, "I haven't done this since my own high school days." What is it about high school that creates an atmosphere of soul searching via the phone lines? Why can they get all their homework done, while expounding in almost endless detail their rotten day? And me, I can't write one paragraph that makes any sense at all.
Will be in touch. Please don't call. I'm leaving the line open.
ptcakes
1 comment:
Hang in there, Ms. Ptcakes!
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