I'd much rather be a mariachi! Back to work today and it was not as heinous as I thought it'd be. Started off by translating a couple of behavior reports that had been written in Spanish and discovered that young Antonio has an unfortunate habit of asking girls to show him their boobs. This might come in handy later in life, kid, but right now you're in the 3rd grade and you need to knock that shit off. Then it was off to a meeting where I'm not really sure what I was supposed to be doing/saying so I just kind of sat as close as I could to the giant fake plant in the corner hoping to kind of disguise myself with the foliage. Then there was a baby shower for a couple of the teachers who are having babies. Booze was an inappropriate gift choice on my end, I can see that now, but it seemed like a really good idea and/or the only thing I had on hand.
The little rascals come back to school tomorrow and I'm trying to remember how to go hours on end without saying the f word.
Oh yeah, speaking of babies: you can buy pregnancy tests at the dollar store! And guess what? My friend, Pregosaurus Rex says they work! I'm sure there is some kind of social commentary involved in the sale of pregnancy tests at a dollar store, but I'm far too tired for that right now.
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