what happened to my jazz dance teacher. i took classes when i was a kid. i wasn’t any good. i learned that one pretty early on. you accept it when you tend to bounce and hop, instead of glide and slide. whew.
why students nowadays think they are too cool for school. that’s just uncool.
why some people feel so entitled. like the world owes them.
how i could learn to bathe FASTER.
how you answer the question: “Miss, is it okay if I don’t do as you say?” and “Miss, is it okay if I do it my way even though you’ve pretty much spent so much time teaching us a pattern of organization?”. Of course students don’t say it that way. But do they ever mean it? Many, many, many effing times.
why I cannot stop touching my ears.
why it’s just so good to eat breakfast food at lunch and dinner time.
whether i was a good leader or a good bully in high school. maybe it’s the former. or maybe my classmates just loved eating for free and didn’t mind that i was pushing them around a bit 
why i even bother setting the alarm clock when i awake at 4 a.m., whether i mean to or not anyway.
what i’m doing here blogging when i have essays to mark and an exam to finish.
who really cares?
