I often have confrontations with teachers from out of my past..Brother James, Sister Bernadette, Mr. Clancy, Professor O’Neill.
Not one second of it is the least bit real, of course. It’s all in my imaginary time warp dimension. I’m a young hep cat again, and each time, a random Teacher sneaks up upon me with: “Lawrence, are you ready for the big test on the Geneva Conventions? Lawrence, get your Thumb out of Sharon’s food. Lawrence, blah blah blah.”
It’s so nice to know that Lawrence can still count on his once~upon~a~time teachers to be quite the bunch of characters.
