is tomorrow. 11:30.
Me, the VP, and all four core teachers.
I’m not nervous or anything. If anything, I’m a little worried that I don’t have the fire still burning hot enough in my belly to make my case vehemently enough.
For once in my life I’m bummed because I’m not pissed enough.
I hate being pissed. Believe it or not, it’s just not me.
I’m like Mr. LaidBackHippy.
Believe it or not.