Some of you may remember my awful slam poetry incident. You know, where I wrote that paper, and designed those lessons? For that class? From hell? Taught by the Fascist Dinosaur that repressed me and tried to smother my soul?
Ya. That assignment.
Well, somehow I got an A out of class I was suppose to be failing. I blame teenagers, pot, and George Bush. They all saved me. Or drove Bernie mad enough to give me an A.
Anywho. I had to talk with some folks about it today, whilst preparing for making another droll, life shattering lesson plan about, you guessed it, Slam Poetry.
I figured, I should blog a link to that beauty, just to make myself feel a little more important than I actually am. Note to the viewer: This was recorded in July. I have since cut my hair. some of you may not recognize this. I apologize for the trip.
Here she is, in all her glooooory!
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