In my dreams

I hate when I dream that I am teaching. It feels so real. Last night, in my dream, I was teaching figurative language and the kids got up and clapped after the lesson. The standing ovation lasted for ever.

"I understand this ms!" Cheered on kid.

"I love this English class, this is great!" Said the other.

Of course it was all a dream. My students are not that enthusiastic about English. I do spend some time doing crowed control, but it's not as it was last year. And the kids do pay attention, but they don't cheer in excitement that they understood the subject.

Yesterday went well, but was so tired by the end of the day. I left a bit early, well, early for me. I usually stick around to talk or just hang out.

But I was hungry and went to eat.

Then, after tweeting about a Edgar Allen Poe, I got a message that five accounts were following me. Hilarious haha

And this is cool.

Of course, the real Poe is dead, but this is cool. Ok need to gr ready for work. It's Friday!!!