as i'm imagining different lesson plans,

a memory from 2nd grade summer school

emerged in my head from thin air.

we were all sitting in the MPR.

it was dark.

stuart little was about to be

sucked into a vaccum and his

helpless little mouse screams terrified me.

i really wanted to go home.

i didn't want to sit there and 

watch this horror film.

then i met a girl

who ran away from home

because her parents

refused to let her eat hot dogs.