Farewell, Mr. Orange

Today was supposed to be Mr. Orange's last day.  However, I found this on his desk upon my arrival this morning:

I mean, I have no words.  He couldn't even fulfill his commitment through his final day.  

My favorite part isn't even that he got the date wrong, or that my grandmother could write better sub plans than this.  

It's that he felt the need to Scotch tape this paper to his desk on all four sides.  

Because, as we all know, people are out to steal his lesson plans. 

Farewell, Mr. Orange.  May you find a new profession far, far away from education. 

ATTN: Single Men

Oh hey there, single men.  Are you single because you are bad at dating?  Don't worry, I got your back.  Or more precisely, a middle schooler has your back.  

Here are some timeless tips from the inner workings of a 13-year-old boy's mind:

It's not rocket science, guys.