A Story Which Will Not Be Interesting. I'm Sorry, but I Speak the Truth.

[loradona]

I hate to get repetitive, but I have yet more to say about teaching.  However, my first story I can't really write down.  I want to.  But I can't.  If you see me any time soon, ask me about the day the drug dog came to visit

Comments

[anonymous]

I like the story. But then I am the one that was very excited when you pooped in the toilet for the first time. :)
Love, Mom

[jsweed]

Haha! That was awesome.

[loradona]

Thanks, Mom, for that very graphic expression of love. Really. I mean it. Thanks.

[jsweed]

I liked this story.

Also, hows about you make an entry about the dog and drugs that is friends only? Tempting? It should be!! *cheesy grin* Think about it...

[loradona]

I've been thinking about it... Oh, the student stupidity I encounter is so wondrous and great...

[anonymous]

Don't listen to that crazy brother of mine. Just publish it for all of us. 'Cause it will create a huge family rift if he hears it and I don't. Promise.

[loradona]

Just call him and ask him to read it to you!

There is no reasonable expectation of anonymity because of the small school I teach at, so publishing it is probably unwise (even if I change all the names, as I do with all of my stories). But since this story deals with non-scholastic issues, I feel like online spreading of the story is less than right for the circumstance. Otherwise, I would have no compunction about telling it, because student idiocy deserves mocking.

[cheeriothrower]

I know the drug dog story! Haha! And people trying to be punks and not work during study hall was funny, too.

[loradona]

Gloater.

And thanks.

And I'll see you in just a couple of days!