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Mr. DMr. DMr. D by KindCritc
By Emily M-----
The hour is six at night. The sun has dropped behind the buildings and the world looks painted in blue and black. It's been a late night for the Academic Team, but I'm proud of how well we've been doing this year. Unfortunately that means we've been practicing almost nightly for about a month. These kids drive me up the wall sometimes. We gotta keep our edge, Mr. D. I did not point out that all Mr. D wants to keep is the big shiny trophy on his desk.
Driving back in my Ford Focus, I try to pretend I don't look like a high school kid. I get that problem sometimes. Some administrator comes into my classroom looking for the teacher, and when they look at me, I can tell they're not convinced. I have one of those faces; my mother likes to joke that I could pass for fourteen. I've tried growing out my facial hair to gain some semblance of age, but I look like a mangy dog. It's embarrassing. When I see kids come int
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