I just wish I was getting paid for it.
Well, this has been interesting. I'm helping out the local Jewish Day School with this contest US Cellular has been running. It involves inputting a giant load of names, birthdates, and addresses into US Cellular's site along with a code number and while it's something of a good cause it's still mindnumbingly boring work. On the other hand the surroundings aren't bad. The Hebrew lessons are giving me major flashbacks to the few words my feeble brain has hung onto from my childhood Sunday School and Ramah Darom lessons. And the children are just cute, they keep peering into my room (I'm shacking up in the library, which is basically a large closet) like curious squirrels before scurrying away again. Then this morning I got this conversation out of a very serious faced seven year old.
"Are you Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle?"
"Um, what? No."
"Well, where is she?"
"I think she's in a book."
"Which book?"
"...the book about her?"
Apparently this is actually a tradition here, that when there's a substitute teacher the usual teacher says that Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle is coming to teach and the children were trying to figure out who it was. Given my vague recollections of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle as a clever old woman who could easily have been ported over from a witch's coven in the Ramtops, I find it a compliment.
Also, I recognize some of the children here from synagogue. They have gotten huge. It's sort of scary.
EDIT:
"Blue is not a boy's color! I want this elephant blue. I don't care--everyone should care about boys. And care about girls."
And this out of the Chabad schoolgirls.
"Are you Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle?"
"Um, what? No."
"Well, where is she?"
"I think she's in a book."
"Which book?"
"...the book about her?"
Apparently this is actually a tradition here, that when there's a substitute teacher the usual teacher says that Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle is coming to teach and the children were trying to figure out who it was. Given my vague recollections of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle as a clever old woman who could easily have been ported over from a witch's coven in the Ramtops, I find it a compliment.
Also, I recognize some of the children here from synagogue. They have gotten huge. It's sort of scary.
EDIT:
"Blue is not a boy's color! I want this elephant blue. I don't care--everyone should care about boys. And care about girls."
And this out of the Chabad schoolgirls.