Blue Day. Formerly B Day. Day 60

Forgive me. I've missed a day of this missive due to illness, flooding and malaise. Although my spirit dwells in the edifice of hope, my frailty lies in the dungeon of human shortfalls.

I returned today from a long absence and although U.S. History Honors received a reprieve from the promised tests they chose to spend their time like so many Argentinian pesos. Worthless, futureless and forgetful of history.

I am wandering like a godless prophet through the spiritual desert of knowledge. I know tests were promised, but it seems cruel to expect AP Government to be prepared. I have been a poor shepherd and they are so many goats, fallen into pitfalls. Together we will once more graze the fields of learning as soon as I can drag them back to the safety of preparedness.

For no particular reason my phone created a depressing picture of my past. It created the mosaic presented below:

This was my old classroom. Honestly I haven't been back there for a while since I moved to the 900 building. Perhaps they are all still there? At any rate, my phone collected these curated images and thrust them at me as a reminder that kids are sad and lonely and they will make you sad and lonely too if you let them.

My phone also included this picture from the same day as these "memories". It seems oddly out of place and yet whatever algorithm is driving my photo "memories" apparently this is apropos.