"Why'd you start with the nipples?"

On my last day of work at Winter Park, BAB and TJ said I should cut away my dirty old uniform shirt (that I hated), bit by bit, throughout the day. So when it was time to say adios forever, I'd be pretty much shirtless.

And I only cut a few chunk off my sleeves and the bottom of the shirt, but it felt good. damn good.

I have one day left of "real" teaching, then a few days of finals, and then I'm done. One week! I wish there was something like that shirt that I could start destroying, bit by bit. Maybe I'll just start to write mini-swear words on the walls, on desks, on the windows that don't open, on the IT guy's mean ol' forehead. Something that says "Julie was here, but she's GONE BABY GONE." Something like "Ass" or "Poo."