The FCAT Makes Me Want to Gouge my Eyes Out With a #2 Pencil |
I’m running in a wooded swamp. It’s murky and dirty and foggy. All I can smell is sulfur and I can’t see my hand in front of my face. But I can hear my 8 year old is screaming for me, crying, yelling my name and I can’t find him. I’m covered in a think, … Read More →