It was one of those days when everyone needed me, when I had 26 kids in my room the second after 9th period ended, before anyone had a chance to leave. It was a day of rushed copies, tense moments, quick quizzes, disheartening meetings, sea monkey births, and See You Next Tuesday literary conversations(*) in the hallway.
Yup, mostly a good day.
(*) Sweet Nneka stopped me, all excited about having read the first Act of Death and the Maiden, and literally asked me, in front of God and everyone else in the hallways, "I know you said it was a really bad word, but I still don't understand. What exactly is a 'cunt'?" She'd never heard the word before, and it appears in the play - not in the literal sense but in the 'call-a-person-a-nasty-name sense.
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