Wait … was this before or after
“Ma’am this is a Wendy’s” cause now I’m laughing 🤣
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Wait … was this before or after
“Ma’am this is a Wendy’s” cause now I’m laughing 🤣
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Laughter is the point. I was a class clown, and some may say I still am. I also wrote Ode to a Dirty Tissue, which was just as good, but wouldn't have made the same impact as the Wendy's poem at the recital. I didn't really like the poetry unit, and my offbeat poems were how I successfully navigated the unit and ultimately excelled.
Genuinely, maybe ima projecting but here goes … would you describe yourself as a recovering perfectionist? Or did you say flux all & go all in with your perfectionism long ago? No sass 💁🏻♀️