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I will not be at all sorry to leave the snurtheads I have for neighbors in this apartment complex. When I got home from the grocery store tonight, two guys were talking in the parking lot, one of them over the blasting, profanity-laden noise issuing from his car stereo. Their conversation was also laden with eff-this and excrement-that. As there were three little kids (six or seven years old) standing a few feet away from me, wide-eyed, I hollered, "Hey! Guys! This is a family neighborhood! Keep it clean for the kids!" To my utter amazement, they meekly apologized, calling me "Ma'am." They even turned the car stereo down! Incredible! Polite thug neighbors! Soon, I will not have to deal with random neighbor roulette. I won't have to wade through trash to get to a full dumpster. I won't have to bag my recyclables and haul them to a center. No one will live downstairs, so I can dance loudly. I can do laundry all night if I want! I will pee in a toilet that belongs to me! I'll have a full-size refrigerator! I can dig in the yard! I am really, really eager to move! This weekend, working nonstop all day on Saturday, I purged six paper boxes full of old teaching materials. What's left either goes to school or gets packed. Now to do Progress Reports.... |
 
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