We Need the Eggs

The best part about being a teacher is finding notes. All the insanity of school fades away when I encounter a scrawled letter on the floor of my classroom or the hallway. The following is the most recent note that I found, presented unedited for your enjoyment.

Front of note:

To: tiffy

Tom Petty.
So lets get to
the point. lets
roll another joint.
head on down
the road. Theres
somewhere Ive gotta
go. you dont
know how it feels
No you dont know
how it feels to
be me.

Inside of the note:

tiffy,

hello love-uh! How is your day going? Mine is peaching mother fucking kean. Russ is being a damn dickhead today. I still think Im a little happy. I put a smile on this morning. lol. Im so glad were hanging out again! Yesterday after we got chessecakes is a blurr. lol. So how about I woke up this morning sweating so badly and every sing thing (me, my bed) just like everything smelled just like travis. It was the weirdest thing. haha. ok. Well, damn it I should have brought my binki. I need a ciggarette and Im 100% positive you could use 1 too.

Love,
noelly

PS: That would be sweet if Zane and Kurtis picked us up tom.

I don’t get it. But Tiffy and Noelly seem to have tough lives. I hope they get their homework done.