This is my 3rd day with the 6th graders. They quickly brought to my attention that I looked like Where's Waldo? today. Duh? Why didn't I see that when I was getting dressed this morning?
Those 6th graders are aware of every small detail. They are weird. They flirt with each other and all they talk about is who has a crush on who, and who wants "to go with" who. Send me back to 2nd grade. I don't know how to deal with kids going into puberty. I really hope their teacher comes back tomorrow so they can stop doing worksheets. Poor kids. We've suffered each other pretty well though. They think I'm nice, and they keep me honest by making fun of my outfit choices.
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