It's my 3rd day of student teaching at Malabar Elementary School and I've already insulted the Master Teacher.
Ms. Marquez: Ms. Chung, can you please write the word and then draw a picture of it on this poster board.
Me: Sure. Oh, I get it! Like on that poster hanging on the wall...you wrote the word and had the students draw the picture.
Ms. Marquez: Umm, I drew those pictures.
Me: -_-
People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers. - Grey's Anatomy (Because I'm not eloquent enough to say something like that.)