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The Night Before Year #2

Tomorrow is the first day of school for my students. I spent the better part of today getting my classroom ready. I was super tempted to buy this poster for my class, but I'm pretty sure promoting someone who moonlights as a serial killer would be inappropriate for school. Too bad, it's a great show.

I'm having a hard time trying to figure out how I feel about tomorrow. I'm excited, yet scared. Unfortunately, I can't seem to wrap my head around how I feel. I will write a more thorough post on this when I can properly express myself.

For now, enjoy this video (Thanks Alpha Za).


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Ahsan said…
Hahaha that video is brilliant.
September 7, 2010 at 7:18 PM
Emily James said…
ahaha omg.

we should meet up.

This experience is CRAZY
September 7, 2010 at 11:43 PM
Alpha Za said…
haha, glad you enjoyed it. I just saw the Video and it reminded me of you.

I disagree, Dexter can be the modern day almost dropouts boogieman- the incentive to actually stay in school.

You'll do great buddy. Have a blast with the rascals, sounds like from the likes of Havanna and co. you have a good bunch this year.
September 8, 2010 at 8:00 AM
Anonymous said…
So is THAT why you threw that paper airplane at me during the meeting?

"I ain't snitchin'!" Ha ha. Excellent.
September 10, 2010 at 7:22 AM
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