Woo!
So I was waiting for it to be a disaster, but the first day went fairly well. For being out from 8:30AM to 6:00PM, I'm not really that tired. The rest of the week will be better, too, since I don't have to be at work until 12:15.
That's not to say that some of the kids aren't scary, however. There's a couple that I resisted throttling into submission, but the icing on the cake was a little guy from the younger class who came up to me during free play and said, "I kill ladybugs." I was kind of confused, and asked why. He answered, "For fun."
Ohh-kay, kiddo. I'm just gonna let someone considerably larger than me deal with you. Have fun. Eheheh.
My little buddy Joe totally makes up for it, though. He's a hugger. He's also the tinyest kid in the class, so when we went outside, he insisted on holding my hand so he wouldn't "blow away". (Yeah, it was kinda windy.)
I can wear my goggles, too. It blows the kids' minds. One of teh troublemakers stared at me for a while, then announced "You're wierd." and waited for me to be offended. Heh. Later on, he told me that my mom wears army boots. My response, "Actually, I wear army boots. If it cools off, I'll wear them in one day." The look on the kid's face was a great source of amusement.
...Grah, crap. I have to drop my math course and take it next term. Sonovabitch. Ah, well.
Side note to Druhol: I got your message. Yes, those are probably mine, and yes, I'll drop by and pick them up. I've got a bunch of stuff going on right now, so if I'm not over by the time you're moved out (unlikely), just leave them with your parents.
That's not to say that some of the kids aren't scary, however. There's a couple that I resisted throttling into submission, but the icing on the cake was a little guy from the younger class who came up to me during free play and said, "I kill ladybugs." I was kind of confused, and asked why. He answered, "For fun."
Ohh-kay, kiddo. I'm just gonna let someone considerably larger than me deal with you. Have fun. Eheheh.
My little buddy Joe totally makes up for it, though. He's a hugger. He's also the tinyest kid in the class, so when we went outside, he insisted on holding my hand so he wouldn't "blow away". (Yeah, it was kinda windy.)
I can wear my goggles, too. It blows the kids' minds. One of teh troublemakers stared at me for a while, then announced "You're wierd." and waited for me to be offended. Heh. Later on, he told me that my mom wears army boots. My response, "Actually, I wear army boots. If it cools off, I'll wear them in one day." The look on the kid's face was a great source of amusement.
...Grah, crap. I have to drop my math course and take it next term. Sonovabitch. Ah, well.
Side note to Druhol: I got your message. Yes, those are probably mine, and yes, I'll drop by and pick them up. I've got a bunch of stuff going on right now, so if I'm not over by the time you're moved out (unlikely), just leave them with your parents.