One of my students gave me this song she wrote. I think it translates to "Six days away I told you I didn't fall in love. I told you I didn't fall in love so I made a decision. I said no, you got me beating myself up. I know I won't stay here."
Decently poetic. She sang it to me and I about died. Where do these kids get this stuff? This is the same day when one of my other students yelled at me from the bathroom, "Ms. Kistler, I am going to be here a while. I have so many poops in me right now."
Can you see why I love my job?
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