interlexionality

I almost didn’t go teach at Maplehurst today because of a little dumb meltdown, but figured i’d feel even lamer if I proved incapable of doing my job, so I went. And it was fine, duh, and at the end Fidel gave me another cake (that’s 2!). And Juanita said “Fidel wants you to be fat!”
And then I taught in Douglasville, where Pailor was the only student until 6:30, and she just talked and talked in the most wonderful hypnotic way about how to be a good person, and I wished she had her own show.