One Day
Dear Internet,
I love you. How did teachers plan their lessons at the last minute without you?
Dear New Orleans,
Fucking teach your students how to read, for god's sake.
Dear my students,
You guys rock. We're going to do this, come hell or high water.
Dear Jace,
I promise we'll have our time soon.
Dear Terrance Blanchard,
Holy fucking shit. Everyone should get your new album, "A Tale of God's Will", because it's the most absolutely mesmerizing and beautiful album I've heard in quite some time.
Dear rotting bananas on my countertop,
One day, all bananas in my kitchen will have the opportunity to become banana bread.
One day.
I love you. How did teachers plan their lessons at the last minute without you?
Dear New Orleans,
Fucking teach your students how to read, for god's sake.
Dear my students,
You guys rock. We're going to do this, come hell or high water.
Dear Jace,
I promise we'll have our time soon.
Dear Terrance Blanchard,
Holy fucking shit. Everyone should get your new album, "A Tale of God's Will", because it's the most absolutely mesmerizing and beautiful album I've heard in quite some time.
Dear rotting bananas on my countertop,
One day, all bananas in my kitchen will have the opportunity to become banana bread.
One day.