Directions

Another day in my little hellhole.....Mrs. Kallet's math room. The bad part is that I’m in here class........TWICE! Spanish and math........joy.......

Anyways, after we go through all that daily review and crap, we get handed two worksheets. She gets asked so many damn questions on how to do it. She finally bursts and yells out ," MAYBE UF YOU STOP AND WAIT FOR MY DIRECTIONS, YOU WONT HAVE QUESTIONS! JEEZ, ALL OF YOU ARE SO USED TO EVERYTHING BEING HANDED TO YOU RIGHT THAT MOMENT!

Class silences........but I’m laughing like crazy inside. All the people that had questions lived in

Calabasas. Even worse, they kept asking questions..............again. So yes, Rohit, me, and Maxx were about the only people that didn’t live in Calabasas and surprisingly enough.......didn’t start yet.

So yeah, home does influence us. Even ties us to our place. Even if we did live in a shithole, its OUR shithole. Its where we grew up, and it stays with us as regret, passion, or longing.

So keep listening for those directions, you'll get them.


And so it shall be.............