Requested

I have been requested to do something. . .
My dear, sweet, love of my life has requested that I go back to school, get my credits to renew my license and teach again. "Just when I thought I was out ... they pull me back in again." My sister also thinks it's a good idea.

MR before had suggested that I do it. I suppose that if all the signs point in a direction, then maybe I ought to go in that direction. I don't think I will be teaching at FWCS, but I hope to wipe out the classes in Summer and teach in Fall somewhere.

May God have mercy on my soul.

+ picture composed of 2 scenes from, "We Don't Need No Education", and from Back to School

in bed with the enemy?

Draw your own conclusions here.
Iran controls oil, is manufacturing nuclear weapons . . .
here, watch Iran's president "who likes soccer" and his charismatic speeches. WTF?
Hey, either choose to dislike the evil man or like him -- not both.