There is a major difference between being not bad and being good.

Today is not a Monday or Tuesday. It is only Today. Tomorrow and yesterday share its Today-ness.

If the relationships don’t persist, did the teachers only care because they were paid to?

What I’ll never be okay with is an arbitrary 50 minute cage around the learning in my room.

Is that a quintillion?

Now the pile of non-related shittiness is sort of throbbing at me, begging to be aggregated.

Between the years of 2007 and 2016 my car had the word “Bitch” keyed into the hood. I left it there as a reminder.

It’s not an oxymoron: an Uneducated Gifted Kid.

That smart kid is more kid than smart.

Texas will always be my heart’s home. But my body lives in Minneapolis.

Drowning was elegant—everything was the same except now you’re dead.

Like seven of these are basically verbatim.

Mr. Huey was not cool, not even a little bit.

When a dysthymic person has a bout of major depression, it's called double depression. I don’t have any single depression to compare it to.

I cannot stop eating gas station food, despite it being, you know, gas station food.

I would wake up looking a total mess, something like Encino Man, unable to find my clothes, languid and gawking at her.

Didn't include this because she isn't my student, but my daughter's first Yo Momma Joke was "Yo Momma look like a tardigrade."