Hoity toity

As I sit trying to wrap my mouth around all this un-chopped lettuce in my salad, I begin to wonder if every 'fine', well-mannered or sophisticated thing in life isn't just bullshit.  I've giving this a lot of thought in this here country.  I feel like someone is rolling over in their grave, or maybe the aliens in the sky are pointing and laughing realizing they can make people do anything, no matter how stupid it is, if it means people will feel like they fit in.
Don't know how to get people to buy your moldy cheese?  Tell them it's sophisticated!  Fish eggs?  Call it something fancy and make it expensive!  How do you make humans buy those ridiculous looking sunglasses?  Brands!  That brand shows you have so much money, you can waste it on ridiculous things!  But they make you happy, right?  So, ça va.  And here I am trying to figure out how to eat lettuce like spaghetti just so I don't offend people at the dinner table.  La vie est bizarre.  But, it's cute I guess that people care.

Today was fucking awesome.  I love teaching days, minus the waking up part, however this week it has been extremely easy to hop outta bed at 630am.  This is due, I assume, to jetlag!  Woot.  The kids are so adorable, it doesn't get old.  And they're all so excited, it's contagious.  In my first class the teacher is pretty strict, or just likes to yell, I don't know.  A boy in the front row ( this is a CP class which means 5-6 yr olds) was struggling.  He was a little chubster.  The teacher finally flips out on him 'TU ES UN GROS BEBE, IL FAUT QUE TU GRANDIS!  aka 'You are a big, fat baby.  Grow up!  Haha kinda harsh but it was really hard for me not to laugh, same goes for him.  There's something about being yelled at that has always made me giggle, much to the agaçe of the person trying to be taken seriously.  He loved being yelled at!  He just sat there lookin sheepish, but satisfied.

'It's a funny thing, I noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're dead serious it's usually pretty funny.'  Thank you Jim

In my last class with the older kids (9-11) we made monsters!  Over break at Sam's house, a few of us made high creatures together.  Lemme explain:  you fold a piece of blank paper into 3.  The first person draws a head of some sort and folds the paper down so you can't see it.  The next person draws a body, folds it, and the last draws the legs.  They can get pretty raunchy, it was really fun though and I decided to do it with my class.  The monsters looked great and at the end each group comes up and describes their monster:  My monster has 3 eyes, a blue and a green ear, 4 nostrils and snakes for hair etc  The kid's monsters were obviously more pc, as in less dicks than at Sam's, however, one group was ballsy enough to draw three balls!  I pretended not to notice, but was inwardly impressed.

I've been reading Salinger's Seymour - An Introduction on the metro and it makes life that much more enjoyable.  But, as amazing as the whole journée was, I must admit that my favorite part, comme d'hab, was taking off my pants when I got home.

I leave you with the coolest quote I've seen in awhile: 

It was in love I was created and it is in love I hope to die.