Nothing warms the heart of a teacher more than when asking a tardy student why he is late to class, he responds with the answer, "I was talking to my parole officer!" Happened to me this morning. Just a nice warm and fuzzy to start the day.
I have also noticed the proliferation of IN LOVING MEMORY OF . . . t-shirts being worn by the little darlins, as they exit their family's IN LOVING MEMORY OF . . . SUVs. Usually, these become quite ubiquitous at the camp during the spring semester, especially after Easter break, when many of the darlins' poor driving, not to mention poor drinking skills, become apparent.
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