A series of dreams I have compiled over the years for purposes of entertainment only.

This is the first episode of a mini-series that I’m working on about falling in love with the wrong person. It concerns a middle aged mother who falls in love with her child’s teacher.

My former professor said…

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

A bossy high school teacher slips and falls on wet painted floor on her way to the principal’s office.

This poem is about how the government dictates what teachers are allowed to teach. Written By…E.B. Wilkes.

There’s always that one sub teacher who makes you wonder if your principal was on crack when he allowed them to take over your class.

This is a shout-out to an issue I’ve been wanting to address for awhile now: Mirrors. This horrific problem is on the rise now more than ever. We must do all we can to successfully rid ourselves of such a burden. Please read this article and learn why your contributions to the cause matter.

**10/25/2011**

I made this poem the day one of my favorite student told me she’s leaving the school where I’ve been working as a Math teacher for four years. She’s very nice, sweet and we can talk about everything especially her teenage life. We have established a special bond together thus I was surprised and hurt that she’s going to transfer to another school near her hometown.