I survived another week of madness, and the charity show is tomorrow. Thank GOD! After 9am tomorrow its all downhill. My supervisor informed me today that this is the beginning of our "break." That means the kids have no more serious classes. Good thing I arranged for a music/fun lesson next week. My kids would probably kill me if I gave them something they didn't want to pay attention to.
I love my kids. I love them more everyday. I know I sound like a sap, but seriously... I could be having the shittiest day in the history of feces-smothered days, and my kids can snap me out of it. I leave my house every morning and bike to school. I inevitably meet up with the same kids at the stoplight, and we chat a little.
Me - "Your bike tire is flat! Kiotsukete!" random-kun - "I know!"
No matter how many times I run into them in the grocery store, on the train, outside of the conbini while I breeze by on my bike, they still have the same reaction. COMPLETE AND UTTER SHOCK. They have to be somewhat accustomed to me at this point. I live in their town, I do townish things, I am rather boring really. I often get, "hana!? EEeee!?" Yes, my nose is pierced. I cannot wear it in school. Secret. Secret! They like to touch it, and lately sticking pencils and (for the kindergarteners) paper ken (swords) through my 00 gauges is all the rage. Also, there is the "Oh hello! I love you!" from my baseball boys. The past few weeks I have ridden by them daily on my way home from eikaiwa, charity show practice, yoga, and or Japanese class. They are always passing me on their way to the station. I approach and notice that they are mine (Dalenna's school has nearly identical uniforms, so its hard to tell from far away), as I get closer one of them bellows, "OOOOOhhhh! Rora-sensei!" The rest follow suit. I have ridden blocks away before still able to hear their whoooping.
I don't know where I was going with this. I just wanted to talk about my kids. If some of them show up at the Charity Show tomorrow, I would be ecstatic!
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