There are days that I don't.
Like the day I found this on a bathroom stall:
I wish I could teach them about life, about the real world. About how some people deal with things this way, but the people they want to be know better ways. I wish I could teach them those better ways of dealing with their frustrations and with things that they don't understand because they are young.
I wish they could understand why I am a b**** sometimes. Not today I guess.
1 comment:
This comment isn't about you Mrs. FisCher it's about it's about Mrs. Fisher ;) but really I do wonder about this kids parents... Who made them think that's ok?
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