Leyla

Yesterday, a student proudly showed me his notebook--full of little boy code and secrets--and declared, "Girls can't see this!"

I laughed and said, "But I am a girl!"
He rolled his eyes. "No you're not. You're a teacher."


The apartment was clean for a total of 24 hours and I consider this an accomplishment.

A fog descended over the bay today and I forgot my jacket at home. Wet drops stick to my skin and I have been trying not to shiver as I move from St. John's, to Raphael House, to Mills.

I forgot my frozen dinner at home. I could use a shower.

I have to decide what to read next for my 5th grade literature class. More Sherlock Holmes? A Little Princess? Jungle Book? Johnny Tremain?