The Grey Pen Goings

Navigation through a World that's Wild at Heart and Weird on Top.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

If I'm not a Good Teacher,

at least I'm a good person, for all my night classes insisted on taking me out to the pub on my last week of teaching.

And today they bought me dinner. And beer. And shots. Oh Prague--why am I leaving you again?


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