An English Teacher

The Reviews are in, and they're mixed. Even though I had already scratched out every single student's face from the yearbook of my mind and despite the fact that I barely find the will to drag myself to work every Monday and Wednesday, my 8:00AM class seems determined to right these wrongs. More writing? More grammar? Make the class more difficult? For some reason I don't think that this is what Chita Rivera was singing about with such gusto and longing. All I know is that these ladies better buckle down on Monday and get ready for some serious GRIZAMMAR, gangsta style. Past Perfect. Non-identifying relative clauses. Boo-yah.