Rise of the Storyteller 12: Slinger

Mullets. They all had mullets. The boys at my new middle school were all business in the front. They had a party in the back, but for sure all business up front. And pokey, too. They loved to take mousse and spike their hair up tall. I guess the business they had up front was… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 12: Slinger

Rise of the Storyteller 4: Matching Blades

I don’t think my second grade teacher, Mrs. Herring, hated children when she started teaching at 20th Street School, but by the time she got to me, I think it was starting to happen. Teaching is a punishing job. You see one kid after the next that you can’t save. Can’t save from bullying, can’t… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 4: Matching Blades