What a Difference a Year Makes

I just found the following written in a notebook that I briefly used as a journal last fall.

   "Confession: Sometimes I crank the heat up because I know the fourteen-year-old hussy who's shooting  daggers at me from the second row can't take her hoodie off without being sent to the assistant principal's office again for the hoochie mama top she's wearing."

Happily, this year is off to a much better start than last year, so I have not yet found it necessary to passive aggressively torture my students with the thermostat. Fingers crossed.