Well, June. But who’s counting, really?
I heard that my middle school history/government teacher died last week.
I wonder how 40 of us sat in this brilliant man’s classroom and yet only half of us know how to vote against fascism.
RIP, JS. Thank you for the knowledge and understanding. God, to sit in a study hall with you today and talk about this ridiculousness, I’d give anything.
Speaking of giving anything, I’m still not talking about June but I think a whole lot about it.
God has probably had enough of me asking why he only takes the good ones.
He needs to stop sending me reasons to keep making this inquiry.