During the weekly check-in with my first and second graders about how their weekend was, 'Tavito share the following, much to the dismay/horror/fascination of the other kids:
"My uncle killed a toro....in the campo....there was blood everywhere. I saw the heart, it was big like this (makes football sized shape with his hands). I touched the eye, it was soft. Like a bed."
And that is when I peed a little in my pants I was trying so hard not to laugh.
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It is officially the homestretch of the school year and I'm trying not to let on that I want out of my classroom more than the kids do. It occurred to me the other day as I checked my personal email for the 27th time before noon that I need more friends at work. I am kind of isolated in my position because I split my time between separate schools (and it doesn't help that said schools are in a small town in the middle of the countryside and stuck in some previous decade). However, the other side of this beautiful equation is that no one (read: authority figures/bosses) has any idea where I am. Were I of lesser moral fiber this could be deadly, but being the fine paragon of virtue that I am, I have only taken advantage of this once, and no one even noticed that I rolled in two hours late on conference day. So I told them. And they didn't care. So I left early.
Yep, I showed them.
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