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It's odd to come home after work and find the apartment completely empty. There are four of us living here, with each of us having different schedules. I've got to say, though, I really like it. Here's to 3-minute couscous, diet Pepsi, ham sandwiches, and me!
The kids were terrible today. Let's just say that when the last bell rang, I had to break up a fight between Omar and Andrés. Poor Omar looked frightened to death because Andrés told him, "Te voy a romper la cabeza." Strangely, though, Andrés decided to kick him after saying that. I had to take Andrés aside, tell him to calm the fuck down and go somewhere else. Then Omar was just standing in front of the school, with a very cautious eye to see if Andrés was anywhere around. (Andrés is a year older than him). I tried to calm Omar down, too, but I think he just wanted to go home already, so I told him to do that. Oh, these crazy kids.
Also, just before the last bell rang, the teacher was going to tell the students their test scores. This one kid Alejandro--kind of a troublemaker, but overall, he's a good kid--went up to ask his score, but the teacher said, "You didn't take the exam. I didn't grade anything for you," because, I'm guessing, she lost his exam. Alejandro totally lost it when she said that because he did in fact take the exam. She usually tells him that and she's right, but she was wrong this time and he tapped into his 12-year-old rage. It was almost cute to see such a little boy trying to be big boy angry. He started complaining and stomped out of the room (of course, on his way out, he had to push his desk and almost knock it over), then he threw his pencil (or maybe it was a paper clip he had been playing with earlier). Two minutes later, he comes back in, yelling that he did in fact take the test and telling the teacher, "¡Es tu culpa si no lo corregiste!" The teacher handled it really well, though, and didn't yell. She asked him to calm down, which he did, and then admitted she must be wrong. At that point, though, she looked at me and said, "You can go if you like," so I high-tailed it out of there. That's when I ran into Omar and Andrés about to fight.
I just realized I told my story backwards.
The kids were terrible today. Let's just say that when the last bell rang, I had to break up a fight between Omar and Andrés. Poor Omar looked frightened to death because Andrés told him, "Te voy a romper la cabeza." Strangely, though, Andrés decided to kick him after saying that. I had to take Andrés aside, tell him to calm the fuck down and go somewhere else. Then Omar was just standing in front of the school, with a very cautious eye to see if Andrés was anywhere around. (Andrés is a year older than him). I tried to calm Omar down, too, but I think he just wanted to go home already, so I told him to do that. Oh, these crazy kids.
Also, just before the last bell rang, the teacher was going to tell the students their test scores. This one kid Alejandro--kind of a troublemaker, but overall, he's a good kid--went up to ask his score, but the teacher said, "You didn't take the exam. I didn't grade anything for you," because, I'm guessing, she lost his exam. Alejandro totally lost it when she said that because he did in fact take the exam. She usually tells him that and she's right, but she was wrong this time and he tapped into his 12-year-old rage. It was almost cute to see such a little boy trying to be big boy angry. He started complaining and stomped out of the room (of course, on his way out, he had to push his desk and almost knock it over), then he threw his pencil (or maybe it was a paper clip he had been playing with earlier). Two minutes later, he comes back in, yelling that he did in fact take the test and telling the teacher, "¡Es tu culpa si no lo corregiste!" The teacher handled it really well, though, and didn't yell. She asked him to calm down, which he did, and then admitted she must be wrong. At that point, though, she looked at me and said, "You can go if you like," so I high-tailed it out of there. That's when I ran into Omar and Andrés about to fight.
I just realized I told my story backwards.
posted by anonymous at 09:05
2 Comments:
"Here's to 3-minute couscous, diet Pepsi, ham sandwiches...!"
-That's sounds like a meal! Bon appétit!
"Poor Omar looked frightened to death because Andrés told him, "Te voy a romper la cabeza."
-Those kids aren't as bad as Jr. from Problem Child. You'll know you will have it coming when one of your kids (spanish:cabritos?) starts wearing a polka dot bowtie.
"I had to take Andrés aside, tell him to calm the fuck down and go somewhere else."
-Este vato.
-Te deseo un Feliz Día de Acción de Gracias en compañía de todos sus amigos. Te deberías hacer un menudo. A fruit salad wouldn't be too bad either.
Oh, it was quite the meal. I took a nice siesta after eating it.
Heh, they actually use the word cabra to describe a wild or crazy person. "¡Ella es una cabra!"
¡Gracias! Man, I'd love to have some menudo. We're planning to have a big potluck Thanksgiving dinner, though, and freakily enough, I signed up for fruit salad! I figured it would be one of the easiest things to make. Plus, it's one of my favorite dishes every year at Thanksgiving.
I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving, too! Eat a lot of turkey for me. I won't be having any because it's too expensive here. Pig out.
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