I post here sometimes about what it's like to be a lone wolf conservative teacher in a profession drowning in liberal filth. Well, many of my coworkers are going to be in an absolute state of rage and grief today, telling the kids all kinds of crazy things. And all I want to do is stay home, rest, drink coffee, and watch more coverage of our dear POTUS.

The teacher in the room next to mine has been saying all semester that Trump supporters are all woman-hating morons, that Kamala would have no trouble defeating the king baby, and that we wouldn't know the election results for a week. I said to her yesterday, "Oh, I think we'll know tomorrow." And her response: " No, Trump will drag it out for a week or more! Then Kamala will win." I just smiled. It feels good to be a part of something so big and so RIGHT, even when I have to hide my little light so often. Last night, the world got brighter and better, and for the first time in a LONG time, I feel like dreaming again. IT IS A GOOD DAY, even if I have to spend it at work, soaking up the blue tears.