Two teachers, who I like very much, came up to me today laughing. They both had dreams about me on the same night. The first teacher dreamt that she walked into the classroom that we both share, and all the students were dead silent and not moving. On the board everyday there is a DO NOW (a small bellringer activity) an Agenda, and Homework. In her dream, the do now said, ask Mr PR why he has a handgun. No one had asked. I was sitting quietly behind the desk
The other teacher dreamt that I had finally had it or had gotten fired. I put all my stuff into a box and walked into every classroom smoking a cigerette and telling each person individually to fuck off. She said it was a funny dream except that I was holding to cigerette in a "sissy" way. The dream is really funny because I do not smoke.
Probably not a good sign, but spring break is coming.
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Even in our sleep pain that cannot forget Falls drop by drop upon the heart Until in our own despair Against our will Comes wisdom Through the awful grace of God. Escalus
About Me
- Mr. Boston
- I am now a third year teacher. Before I moved to Chicago I worked in juvenile rehabilitation schools, a suburban school, and was a volunteer teacher for a summer in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. I went to Michigan State University. My students think I look like Mr Boston. This really pisses me off.
What we do for ourselves dies with us.
What we do for others and the world remains and is eternal.
Albert Pine
What we do for others and the world remains and is eternal.
Albert Pine