Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain

My 5th graders are on a field trip today. No class. JUST BEING LAZY. HOORAY!

I was walking out of the school grounds, and little girl (probably 1st or 2nd grade, but I don’t teach them usually so it was hard to pinpoint) sees me, squeals, and runs to me, arms outstretched. She then literally jumped up and wrapped herself around me, with her arms around my waist and her legs around my right leg. And then she just stayed there and grinned at me until I asked her if she was a monkey, which is when she got down and ran away waving.

From what I can gather, my school has the weirdest kids. But I like them, so it’s okay. Still, that was super odd. 

Just watched the actual most depressing movie ever. It was amazingly acted and beautifully made, but I have never been more saddened by a film. (Ok, that might not be entirely true given my penchant for upsetting documentaries, but it’s certainly the saddest one in a long, long time.)

So now it’s time for some Lego Harry Potter and maybe some comic books before bed, because in the morning I have to start getting everything together for being re-hired in the fall, and by the end of this week I need to buy boxes so that I can start packing up my life. (I’m getting a new apartment when I come back to Korea. I hope I end up with less frustrating major appliances. My refrigerator and my washing machine are teh terriblz)

Lee Pace’s face:

What a jerk. 

is that I am so adept at it now that I get at least 10 minutes by myself in the office at the end to just dick around. 

It kind of makes up for having to ask “What is this?” over 100 times today. 

(Answer: It’s a cup, or a book, or a pencil.)

I realized that lately, whenever something makes me unexpectedly happy, I make a Tom Haverford face. 

You know, this one:

Maybe I’ve been watching Parks and Rec a bit too much lately. 

But sometimes when I’m not in the best mood, and my students are being loud and annoying, I get really pleased when they earn their third strike and we cancel the game so they can write lines. 

It kinda sorta totally cheers me up. 

I am always shocked at how well I can fake (or, perhaps, enhance?) my enthusiasm and interest for things that the under-12 set tell me when I have no ability to do that for anyone who is post-pubescent. At all. 

There was a high schooler on the bus this morning with a rip in the seat of his pants. 

I might not have noticed if he hadn’t been wearing fuchsia underoos. 

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This gif is perfection.