Wrote this before I retired. It makes me miss the classroom a teeny tiny microscopic bit.
somewhere smothered under the glaring white lies my summer you know the three reasons I teach June July and August and it's just January so..... i've come to believe just as much as Persiphone's return from Hades, or Promethus's Fire, it's my dreams that melt the snow we will read Frankenstein in February while I'm on Cabelas filling a cart with fishing tackle hammered nickle, brass, or chartreuse cowbells? brown or brookie rapalas? hell just buy 'em all..., a little lighter action fly rod would be nice too for those days I'm up to my waist in cold river spare pair of waders and-- Dr. Frankenstein's search for the Elixr of Life? ... duh.... alienation rejection by our creator and society really... we don't need no stinking creator, we don't need no stinking society we don't need no EDUCATION Huckleberry, give that monster a fishing pole problem solved responsibility you say? .... to society.. to friends ... to family oh my god.... I could really use a new boat... or at least a new motor hmmmmmm...... nature... oh sweet mother of mine freedom..... I'll be responsible to her... and only her I hear Alice Cooper sing'n school's out for summer... ... somewhere... out there...summer on that ice with that monster... and I'm chasing it like Frankenstein
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