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Apr 2015
The sweet smell of
         smoke rising
            eyes glossing
              mood swinging
          focus weaving
       attendance falling
development arresting
   high school dropping
in our country's acquiring
teenage wasteland.
I'm sure I'm in the minority on this one, but I see it every day. One of the hardest parts of being a teacher.
Thinking Out Loud
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