August has to be my favorite month of the summer: it's not too hot, there's always a nice breeze, and fall-time television is right around the corner. And by fall-time television, I'm talking about the upcoming sixth season of Dexter. What am I going to do when this show ends?
What makes August even more significant is that it kicks off "back-to-school" season. I can almost smell it in the air. It reminds of me of carrying around a school supply list at Wal-Mart while my mom pushed a shopping cart full of one-subject notebooks, folders, pens, #2 pencils, markers and of course, a new lunch box that indicated to the world what cartoon I was into at the time. Cowabunga, dude.
In September, I'll start my third year of teaching high school mathematics at a transfer high school serving over-age, under-credited youth. From now until I return to the classroom, I'm going to maximize "me" time. I'm talking Christian Bale in American Psycho style "me" time where he can't help but look at himself in the mirror and flex while having sex. Oh yeah. And let's face it readers, there's nothing better than time with me. Isn't that why you're reading this instead of updating those TPS reports? No wonder you people want to hang out with me so much. It all makes sense now.
I may write a short post here or there in the mean time, but don't expect anything too juicy until I return. That's what she said.
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Excellent name choice. I suppose that makes this a third reference.
Okay, fine. I admit it, I am a cereal killer. Trader Joe's Honey Nut O's don't last too long in this apartment. I have to buy in bulk. Happy?