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I’m getting married for chicken.


The students finally noticed my ring today. I ignored them when they asked what my fiancé(e) looks like. They decided that my silence meant that “he” was “a big black guy.” I ignored their questions about “him” and how “he” proposed, and they concocted a ridiculous story about how “he” proposed to me at Popeye’s over a bucket of fried chicken, with the ring hidden in hot sauce, and how we went to the movies afterwards to celebrate. By the last period of the day, my other students were asking about my Popeye’s proposal.

The logical response to this was to get fried chicken from ShopRite and eat it after school with my fellow office hour mates.

Oh, teaching.