with her students, 14 and 15 yo boys! This makes me sick. I swear, if a teacher ever touched my son I don't know what I'd do.
[ What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. - Crowfoot, 1890, on his deathbed. ]