Cinnamon Altoids and Pepto-Bismol
Teaching may look hard, but that ain’t the half of it
I hated school. Hated it. After the last day of senior year, I stuffed everything into my backpack, tied it to my car bumper, and dragged it around the neighborhood for a while. Then I came home, fired up the barbecue grill, and tossed in everything flammable.