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2004-03-02 Four hours running my girl voice into a hoarse whispher outlining weeks of abstract algebra for two lost kids. A faint cough even now. Not knowing if the circles I talked in amounted to much. A chance on them, a chance on me. But the one with the dirty hat came up to me today, though we're almost not even close enough to be acquaintances, and thanked me for helping him getting him a B+ after a D- on the first test. I have the habit of turning red always. The same resonances my whole life. Oh what a good teacher you will be, even before they know my no-plan plan. Sometimes, though, I feel like I've messed up too much to turn back. |