crazy thoughts have quick wings
-jem
[so it goes...]
...and thus the chaos of packing begins.
my room is a shell of it's former self.
my bed is on the floor.
everything i own is already in a box.
fourteen days before i am at camp.
six teaching days left.
one formal observation period.
one job fair.
one birthday.
one commencement ceremony.
the numbers are dwindling quickly...
peace.
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