*Sigh* well it was all very quiet Tuesday last week, eerily so and today was a normal school day. The clase de Marisol, while trying to teach the topic of Bonfire night, went thus:
Me: Ok, so what was Guy Fawkes trying to do?
Kid: Burn de President!
Me: errr...sort of....
Teacher (after explaining who Guy Fawkes is 6 times): we two teachers are here to help you!
Kid: Sofí, you are ticher?
Me: Errr.... did you think I was here to look pretty?
Kid: What is Gooi Fowkies? (after trying to look up Guy Fawkes in the dictionary)
There is no desk large enough upon which to headdesk.
And in the end they never really got it. Here I sit reading on FB the annual mix of uproar over poppies or lack thereof, and Wilfred Owen poems and beginning to really miss Britain and that surprisingly eventful bridge between Samhain and Yule, something that seems to be lacking here and you don't really miss it 'til you're gone. Still, Nano is keeping me occupied until Gingy makes her grand return, which really is only just around the corner.....
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