The Man

Dammit. It's as if I'm clairvoyant. The man came to my room during second period, when I wasn't supposed to have kids. Of course there were kids in the room; there are always kids in my room. He handed me my manila folder, and explained it contained THE letter that would be on file in my PERMANENT record. I was to read it, sign, and go to the Principal's office in a few minutes.

So, I obliged. I read said letter, which they had all wrong. They said it was my sex101 blog, which it wasn't. It was Thresholds and Other Ruminations. Remember that name.

Lol.

So the meeting in the Principals office was anti-climactic, and we talked Cubbies and motorcycle nights at local bars. The Principal said shit at one point, and the man said they had to cover their ass. . . and I'm the profane one.

Nuf said.