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[thegirlrose]

viciouslamb is magic

i want to hear your words. your always making me blush, but words!

i remember a few years ago. im sitting in your classroom with a bunch of other kids and we're banging tables and knocking them over (oh my god im sorry im laughing as i remember that.) oohh let me cool down that was funny (millions of apologies) whoo.

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[viciouslamb]

In my first years of teaching, when you were there, poems would come to me as I stood at the chalkboard. Sometimes, I'd write them down. In those years, I didn't know my ass from and activity form. And certainly, if you fingerspelled those two things, I wouldn't be able to tell them apart, either. I would quote passages to balance out the Religous Right down the hall. I stomped around on the math teacher's egg shells. She really didn't seem to mind, then. My world crashed and crumbled before the students' eyes. And the dust kept picking up. And I wrote poems on the chalkboard. I don't do that very much anymore. But nobody bangs my tables anymore either. How ever funny it was. You can't get something with out losing something else.