naive.

Bitter.  Wrinkled.  Tough.

Are these words describing a raisin gone bad?  A native root sample?  Nay, they describe me.  My bitter soul, my wrinkled brow, my tough demeanor.  Of course, I wasn't always like this.  I stumbled across a picture of myself when I was student teaching at 20 years old.  Five years ago.  Five years ago I thought teaching was about sock puppets and Eric Carle books.  Five years ago I was naive.

If looks could kill.  Well, if looks could kill then I couldn't have kept a class of rainbow care bears in line.