Throwing Stuff Out

I've got a bag of things that I'm planning to take tomorrow to the Gaia box.

One of them is a sweatshirt from a school I taught at many years ago when I was a very new teacher.

I kept it all this time, because even though the design was stupid, and I hated the school, it was a perfectly good sweatshirt, and also very roomy and comfortable.

But I resented it. It was a gift from the principal, who I disliked. She came around to my room, delivering them to everyone, and dropped mine off. I thanked her, and put it on the desk.

Some of the kids asked why I got a sweatshirt, so I explained all of the teachers got them.

And a little schmuck used his limited new English to ask, "Is it an EXTRA large?"

I've remembered that for six years, and have determined that now would be a good time to ditch the damn sweatshirt.