I hope I’m remembered not for my kind gestures. Or for how good of an educator I was. But for how often I fell on the sword and claimed a fart a student made so they wouldn’t get teased.

I don’t want to be hydrated. I want to be carbohydrated.

If you were wondering where all your hair ties went; they’re behind your night stand. Ya welcome.

While you all were drooling over Johnathan Bailey in Dancing Through Life you were missing the REVOLVING LIBRARY! And he was stepping. On. Books.

Kid QOTD: “That wasn’t me, you’d know it. My farts smell like chicken wings”

I can’t tell if I’m too old or too young for this platform. It’s definitely one of the two.