Yea, yea . . . the pen name hasn't been working so much lately. Why? We'll will get to that in the next few weeks.
In the meantime, just note that I've been teaching in several prisons. I have learned several things.
1. I hate teaching in prisons.
2. I do not enjoy being told that some students must pass even though they can barely read.
3. If someone ever tells me I am "advertising" again I might go insane.
4. I hate teaching in the prisons.
5. If I don't get back to the north shortly I will loose my sanity and self-respect.
6. I hate teaching in prisons.
7. I miss wearing perfume, jewelry, and cute fucking shoes to work. No pun intended on the "fucking shoes" part.
8. Community College classes in the prisons are what they are.
9. I would rather die ugly and alone than end up a with a prisoner.
10. I HATE teaching in the prison.
Now . . . I bet that will suffice for a reason I've been MIA since September. That and I'm still processing the whole sister surfacing after five years. People who do not take responsibility for their actions, and those with multiple mental issues they try to pass off on you are not my favorites.
It is two am. One paid article written. One blog done. Now, I'm off to sleep and dream of wine bottles and mojitos. Seriously, why am I out of these things?
