I'm up at my new place, away from irksome family, but sweltering in the devil's armpit. It's so damn hot up here. My apartment is right next to the pool, but I have no bathing suit, nor do I want to get any darker than I already am. My room is half organized, and if only school would start sooner, I could pack up my books and start taking them away to my new classroom.
That's right, I got a classroom. The teachers plan to change my schedule, so I can have my own classroom. I'll be teaching freshmen and juniors. Originally, I was supposed to teach sophomores and seniors. Can you believe that? They got me--a new teacher-- to start teaching juniors and seniors. Never would that happen in San Diego.