Wall for Amethyst (page 257)

How emotionally available are you to listen to my boyfriend problems

One child in particular was obsessed by the sprinkles.  Let's be clear--they weren't even the good rainbow sprinkles.  They were yellow and orange Halloween sprinkles, for reasons that Tim Hortons ought to explain.  Personally, I don't even LIKE sprinkles.  They are crunchy, and doughnuts ought not to be crunchy.  Unless they are Cap'n Crunch doughnuts from Voodoo Doughnuts.  Then it's all good.  Anyways, this kid wanted sprinkles so badly that I gave him one that had fallen off.  You would have thought that it was a billion dollar sprinkle, he was so happy.

I cALl cOpYriGhT!!

i'm a squiggly wiggly pumpkin

i'm obviously not a teacher lol

The back of my classroom is my own private domain.  I have my laptop, my desk, my toys. . . and piles of paper, if I’m being brutally honest.  On the first day of school, I impress upon the children that one does not simply enter my lair.  One must be invited. I understand the appeal—I have a lot of cool stuff.  I wouldn’t leave my lair at all if I didn’t have to, you know, teach my classes.

:)

Oh not at all! If you don't want to share your business it doesn't matter, as long as you've talked to atleast someone about it. Sorry if i came off as mad lol
anyways hope you feel better, im here if you need me :)

So i guess that's private then
np

Uwu