Tomorrow's the day

Two and a half weeks ago I found out about tomorrow and my heart raced with dread. Not the open class! Anything but the open class! My kids had been demonic for over a month and a half and though they were coming around I feared the worst.

Tonight I sit here feeling lighthearted and at ease. I'm (almost) sure it will be just fine, if not impressive. My kids have been great and I'm gladder than glad.

This weekend I had a few opportunities to talk with my director. He let me know some interesting things. First, despite the impression I had gotten that his daughter (my most recent student who has been causing a little bit of... disruption) was teacher's pet at her old school. Turns out she's always the troublemaker in the class. That explains it!

Also he brought her to that same English Exhibition where she was the only kid in an on the spot simulation classroom to answer the teacher's questions, despite her being years younger than the other kids. That's all thanks to me, of course.

That last interesting thing is that he decided not to send her to the Open Class, which doesn't really make much of a difference because she's doing pretty fine these days. She can even read "Brown Bear, Brown Bear" with the rest of them.

Anyway, I'll be sure to report on the class (a forty minute period with a line of parents sitting in the back of a shoebox sized room) tomorrow when it's all over.

For now I'm tired and my arms hurt from some machine or other at the gym. I'm so athletic and amazing. I just ate a Jersey Milk bar.