Write Night

Well. I’m in Baltimore. It’s been nearly two months since I left Georgia. I haven’t had a chance to get homesick because the kids keep me busy. Don’t get me started on the kids. Everything you guys said would happen did. So I’ve been prepared in almost every case. Quite naturally, I am the “mean teacher”—the one who “needs to get laid”—“the one “who never lets us do anything.” I can deal with that. It’s a game of psychological warfare, and they’ve been practicing. But for some reason (and in a very uncharacteristic fashion) I’ve been upbeat and positive. Can you imagine? I’ve actually managed to smile at least 10-12 times per day, which is far about my two smile quota. I have a few war stories, but I’ll post those later.

Above is a picture of my apartment building and the park across the street. The crackheads were cool enough to move out of the picture.