It's a kind of disease really. And I'm seeing

It's a kind of disease really. And I'm seeing a therapist about it now. I guess I realized I had a problem when I was texting my girlfriend while driving the bus

with my elbows. The second graders in my charge didn't seem to mind; the girls were having loud conversations about whose hair was the shiniest, the boys, bouncing in their seats,

The room was raucous. These kids were hard to control. But one girl really did have shinny hair. I wonder how it got like that. Kinda weird really. I wonder if my bald head

or her hair was shinier; if there was some way to abstract that, measure it. But they'd told me I couldn't watch kids like this - told me what I did was wrong, that I shouldn't

throw stones if I live in a glass house, but my house is plexi-glass so

I do what the hell I want! I throw stones day in and day out, play with my crane and wrecking ball, and even sometimes read a good novella or 2. My plexi-glass house is so beast it

has tinted glass and a green house where i can grow my own orchids. Sometimes, when I am feeling wild, I roll my stones down a hill and see if they gather moss.

my orchids grew. However, not only did my orchids grow but I even passed my math test. My day seemed to have been going wonderfully until....

I accidentally over watered the Orchids, killing them, because the teacher really found out I was cheating on my test. Now my favorite plant is dead and I am expelled. A great day!