I used to be a private school teacher. My first students were 5th graders, and they are now high school graduates. I was honored to return to Nashville and enjoy a couple of graduation parties.

At first I joked with my mom that it was odd that my students bothered to invite me or think of me. Then she reminded me: I had lizards (and later snakes) in class, I played at recess with my students, I spun great music (like The Postal Service) while they worked, and, well, I was a rapper. This class even helped me decorate a promotional CD with crayons that I took a few days off to distribute in downtown Nashville. It was a pretty amazing scenario with amazing students.

This class, in particular, got the best treatment: we pranked the school late at night and the cops were called; I took a few of them to see the rap group LA Symphony perform; I drank a few margaritas with their parents; and, once, I even brought beer into the classroom (and barely kept my job).

I'd say we had some fun.