any other principal would take the same position. keep things business as usual.
i let the kids go before lunch and the switchboard'll light up like a christmas tree.
oh christ.
thank you, ms. fleming. call me when the shuttle lands. now is this heather the cheerleader?
damn. i'd be willing to go half a day for a cheerleader.
done. i hate mondays.
shut up, paul. i've seen a lot of bullshit--angel dust, switchblades, sexually perverse photography exhibits involving tennis racquets, but this suicide thing. i guess it's all on pauline's wavelength. we're just going to write off today, and friday she can do her little little love-in or whatever. whatever.