I look five years younger.

My last class of the day was disastrous. I couldn't get anyone to listen to a word I had to say, except for the ESL kids. SO...I stopped mid-sentence, told them "Well, its all due Thursday good luck," and sat down to work on my own artwork.

I think F felt a little bad so he asked me what I was drawing and I went and explained my work to he and his friends in English, Spanish, and Russian.

S, G, and A left class early. I told him to chill outside the door, "but if you touch the stairs you're absent."

They ran towards the stairs. I walked back into the room to electronically resubmit the attendance...and they came back begging for mercy. Did they get it?

No. And they were cool with that. I said, "Sorry boys. I'm good for my word. Tell your friends."

And that was that.

School was over. I left the room with my things in hand, and found M and R at the bottom of the stairs. M quietly interjected as I walked by in simple English, "Ms. Reasor. Thank you for you help me." I said, "Your welcome," and continued down.

I heard some kid say to him, "Hey M. Is that a friend of yours?"

M replied, "She the teacher."

"SHE'S the TEACHER?!" I heard over my shoulder.

Yee AH! Wha? Wha? Put my hair in a pony tail and throw my junk in a back pack....sixteen-- here I come.