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This kid came to visit

This kid came to visit the school today. I say "kid" because in my mind she's still in fifth grade and I can't quite make myself believe that she's a high school senior now, all tall and gorgeous and busting out of her sports bra. She jingles her keys at me (they all do that when they come back). She wants to talk about colleges she's considering. Her boyfriend looks alarmingly more man than boy.

I guess it was jealousy. Because she's young and excited about making new choices and I'm sitting at a table built for 4-year-olds, peeling the paper off crayons, and really what am I doing with my life other than that, what am I doing but wasting a whole damn lot of time. What am I doing but watching the clock, and who is that good for, nobody, of course, blah blah fuck.

I hate my job and I am pretty sure the solution is to bitch about it on the internet.

Less than a week before my 28th birthday

Less than a week before my 28th birthday: beautiful six-year old Imani, sitting next to me with her fifty tiny braids collected into a ponytail that sprouts out the side of her head, starts laughing.

What's up, Imani?

Oh I was just imagining you as a grownup.

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I'm as jaded as the next jerkass but still there's something pure about a kid drawing a picture with the caption "God is with me when the Rainbow is here."

Yesterday I was in a crabass mood

Yesterday I was in a crabass mood and kind of looking for someone to yell at. I was stomping across for the gym looking for the next biter or puncher, just waiting for one of them to piss me off. And Gabby, seriously beautiful five-year-old Gabby comes up to me and says, "I need one of your hairs."

Uh. Why?

"Because I'm making a human robot."

I gave her two, and wished her well.