It isn't strychnine

It must be spring, because love is in the air. The sixth graders would not stop whispering about who liked who, until I told them that they could not whisper until they told me exactly what they said...first.

I got all the juicy gossip that way. Apparently, it isn't gossip if its common knowledge. Everybody already knows that *Trevor likes Tara and Tara likes Trevor.

Jarret agrees with me. Girls are WEIRD! And everybody is twitter-patted.

I couldn't count the number of boys chasing and hugging girls on the playground. It was ridiculous. There's definitely something in the water in Payson. And it isn't strychnine.