How bad can any class get? One teacher believes she can handle anything. Can she?

A poem [and/or song].

Worried by the European debt crisis, oil price volatility, as well as the policy is uncertain, making the American economy declined.

When I was feeling sad, I wrote this poem about struggle and despair.

Our future is unknown.

When things cannot be, but your thoughts linger on…

How I feel about getting a “”Real Job” in the future.

I knew I couldn’t hold you.

Channeling a bit of my best friend Adam. Written for him on the situation he dealt with recently.

Rather lengthy, but my thoughts for the day. My boyfriend and I are slowly having to face the facts that he wants to go to SCAD and become an even better artist, and I have no clue what I want. That is causing the present to be very stressful for me (well, both of us). I would never ask him to stay where we are now, but I know I never want to lose him. And that, folks, is a typical teenage predicament.