work, sort of
I goofed on an assignment at work today; I somehow remembered I had 3rd period free when I didn't. After I got back to school with a Daily News (I simply had to read about the hockey game I listened to last night) and a coffee, I was told I actually belonged in class. By the time I got there, the 10th graders had stolen my Jelly Krimpets and KitKats out of my bag (Which I had left in the teacher's desk, AND ripped the phone off the wall.
The last period of the day was disturbing in a number of ways, which I shall refrain from relating here.
But Gratz is in North Philly, on Hunting Park (Go ahead, do streetview). So rather than putzing down 33rd, I decided to winging over to Kelly Dr. for the drive home. The radio had gone to an ad, so I started puching buttons; I found a Beatles song, two more followed it. Waiting for traffic to turn up Sedgley past Boat House Row, a BeeGees song came on.
I like living in this town. Even when the Flyers cough up an ugly loss to the Devils in overtime...
The last period of the day was disturbing in a number of ways, which I shall refrain from relating here.
But Gratz is in North Philly, on Hunting Park (Go ahead, do streetview). So rather than putzing down 33rd, I decided to winging over to Kelly Dr. for the drive home. The radio had gone to an ad, so I started puching buttons; I found a Beatles song, two more followed it. Waiting for traffic to turn up Sedgley past Boat House Row, a BeeGees song came on.
I like living in this town. Even when the Flyers cough up an ugly loss to the Devils in overtime...