Red Shirts

It's late, I have other things to do for school, but I'm writing this down: my fifth hour has turned into a tiny little culture with inside jokes and quirks and together-ness, and I love it and I know I'm doing something right. We write and read and discuss what makes writing pieces work and why racism still exists and on and on, but we also had a Snuggie day today and tomorrow for some odd reason, we've decided we're all going to wear a red shirt. I can't even really explain this choice, but it makes me happy that fifth hour is so bonded and gung-ho and willing to do all sorts of silly, funny, random, strange things. They feel comfortable and at home and relaxed in my room, so I know that we are on the right path.