The first day of school
We were hopeful when we started the day.
We were worn when we met for lunch.
We were exhausted when the final bell was rung.
Robin was informed by a child, ten minutes into class, that he “said ‘um’ a lot.”
I had a protracted conversation with a sixth grade class about the specific words that I would consider “bad language.” The sweetest girl in the class asked, in all seriousness, if she could celebrate a good grade by saying “Holy s*@#!”
Ah, the joys of cross-cultural schooling.