When I started PA school in the summer of 1998, I got A’s all the classes that summer term. I distinctly remember telling Michele “I didn’t go to PA school to get C’s”. I don’t remember if it was the very next Fall semester, or I made it to Spring term when I told her “Huh, I guess I did go to PA school to get C’s”, before I started playing golf during the really boring class. I respect the work and the results of my most motivated version of myself, but some days he doesn’t show up. During PA school, on the hard days, I went downstairs some days and got myself a Snickers bar and Diet Coke. Today is that kind of day. So I’m going to go get myself a hot-fudge Sundae, and leave you with this image of me at my most half-assed: 

One day while teaching at Chinquapin, either Janet Johnson or I discovered a dead dog on the side of Wade Rd while driving home to the school. We both took our science classes out on a “field trip” to see it to waste a period of instruction. Hers at least was a Biology class. I had no excuse. That thing inflated like a balloon, though. It was really cool.