I like to pretend that I have a life outside of work. . .

so I try not to write about the seventh graders too often. But when you just want to put some words down before dragging your tired ass to bed at 8:30, I think it's okay that the one blog-worthy thing that stands out from your day is the boy who shouted, "There is a God!" when you told him he'd have to sit in the girls' locker room during the tornado drill.