yesterday i walked out of my house and was instantly hit with the smell of school. everybody knows that smell. it’s a cross between the cold fall air and the dingy smell of used textbooks. and it’s most pungent that first week of september.
and while i hate that smell, it’s a smell that slaps the sense back into me. it’s a smell that makes me remember that i still have a lot to learn…and to teach.
i’ve learned a lot these past several months. i’ve loved and lost and loved again and lost again and even got some good fucking in there every now and then as well. and i’ve been a bad, bad girl…because i haven’t shared one iota of it with you. but that of course changes today.