My students are adorable.  Big, tattooed, pierced, hoody-wearing, pot-smoking adorable kids.

So adorable in fact, that the school has to slather every fire alarm with thick brown grease so the pupils won’t keep pulling them during the school day.

So cute that they’ve blown up the toilets in their own dormitory.

And they are especially sweet when they are picking up and moving a teacher’s car into the middle of the road or breaking the side mirrors off.   What better way for future auto-mechanics to get their kicks?

Actually those aren’t *my* students.  Most of the ones I see are nice and funny and actually adorable if not a teensy bit unmotivated at times.  The other ones are just the rif-raf I have to wade through to get in the front door.

Oh man, I’m gonna miss this place!