6 oz. fruit punch
Pour over ice and down it quickly, for maximum effect. Lord knows you need it.
Sorry, numerous fans, I know I've been lax in my duties (I wonder how many blog-entries start out this way, I bet millions) but first I went to Spain (more about that later) and then I started a new job, which meant I went from being mostly-never-always-having-time-to-blog busy to...well, busy. Which is good for me, I think, but already quite a shock...working EVERY DAY? Who does that? Please don't kill me.
It turns out this new enterprise of mine involves kid-wrangling, something I sometimes enjoy but I'm not sure if I'm, you know, any good at. I tend to treat kids like little adults, thinking they'll share my interests and get my dumb jokes. Not so, oh, not so. But there are compromises: maybe I'll sing a few Beatles songs with them (is 'All Together Now' actually written for adults anyway?) to take the edge off 'Old MacDonald', and yes, we can discuss the fact that Doctor House is in fact named Docteur Maison. But here's my favorite exchange from Day 1:
Characters: me, a 5-year-old boy named Tanguy (this is actually a quite common French name, believe it or not; it's pronounced tong-ee).
NB: this conversation was held entirely in French, after I had been speaking mostly in French with the class for the past 10 minutes (except for the occasional overpronounced "BLUUUUUUUUUUUUE!".
Tanguy: Teacher, can you...speak French a little?
me: Well, Tanguy, what do you think?
Tanguy: (thinks hard)
me: Yes, Tanguy, I can speak French.
It only gets better from there. But in general, the little buggers are pretty cute and the job is pretty interesting so far. I may include some highlights, but I do have a nagging fear that somehow it's dangerous to write much about your job in a blog, as it could get you fired! I realize that the principal of my school is probably not on my list of 6 or so readers, but you never know. Suffice to say, it's a challenge, rewarding, interesting to observe de si près the French school system, and amazing how completely possible it is to be tormented by a 7-year-old, and I'm glad it ends in July.
Otherwise, I'm just getting ready for various visitors in the months to come: my dad, my mom and her new boyfriend (whom I've never met!) and then my dad again, this time with his wife...it's fun to plan though, and I know the next few months are going to fly by.
Especially now that I'm BUSY!
p.s. For those of you who are just dying to know, I haven't totally broken things off with G., there's still an occasional text message after we ran into each other chez C. and the backstreet boys last weekend (and yes, I may have possibly kissed him and then promptly gone to bed. Alone!). But I'm not sweating it...I still would like to meet someone who doesn't live with their ex. If that's not too much to ask.
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