Working at five different schools, on five different days, with five different principals and five different desks, with five different pencils in my hand... I often wonder if anyone would notice if I weren't there. Or would they think that maybe it's really just Wednesday instead of the Thursday that it might really be.
On that note, this newspaper article might as well have been written about me.
'Cept I'm really not dead. So maybe it's about George after all.