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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).


The Onion

Comments

Ahsan said…
Hahaha that video is brilliant.
Emily James said…
ahaha omg.

we should meet up.

This experience is CRAZY
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.
Anonymous said…
So is THAT why you threw that paper airplane at me during the meeting?

"I ain't snitchin'!" Ha ha. Excellent.

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