Perpetual Utterances...

I have a basic rule for home décor. There shall be no unnecessary cuteness — no smiley-face mugs, no monkey banana holders, no squiggly shaped mirrors.

My current classroom makes me want to hiss, recoil and then burst into flames like a vampire in daylight. The whimsy factor here is off the hook. The walls are acid green and every imaginable accessory, gadget and minor home-decorating element has been turned into an animal, insect or happy-faced human, all rendered in a Skittles-bright rainbow of artificial color.

If you were to secretly dose the celebrated Japanese artist Takashi Murakami with LSD, spin him around in a swivel chair, bounce him on a trampoline, then repeatedly hit him over the head with a piñata, the interior of my classroom would be his hallucination.

Thankfully, we are allowed to redecorate. I am repainting everything black. Hmm... inner peace finally.