You know...
The first day wasn't so bad. I had my talkers and nappers, but nobody flipped me off or set me on fire. So, as a little pat on the back, I've cracked open a beer and I've got myself all cozy so I can watch 'True Romance', courtesy of my sweetheart's care package. I'll post a full rundown of how my first week went on Fri or Sat, complete with school lunch details.
*burp*
Monday, September 04, 2006
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Man, I've heard some bogus stories about school lunches here. Luckily in Nagahama we survive on a diet of Tanuki scrotum, so all's good.
I taught my first classes today, and a kid with almost no shirt on said 'fuck you' to me. And he kept talking about Sid Vicious, but he had no idea whom Johnny Rotten was - what a poseur, right? I pointed out he had no chest hair.
The care package that I'm going to send you will blow whatever you just received right out of the water. --Kristi
Nolan, the school lunches are pretty delish, although for back-up, there's always the town baker with his donut table at lunchtime. I will make him mine.
Kristi, the only way you could beat Stev's care package is if you showed up wrapped in bubble wrap. Here's to hoping!
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