Well, it's that time of year when the chills are running up and down our spines, our hairs are standing on end, our nails have been bitten down to stubs, and it hurts to eat anything salty because we've been chewing the insides of our mouths in nervousness. On the plus side, we're burning our papers, cleaning out our knapsacks/lockers/desks/lunch bags, starching our shirts and dry cleaning our dresses. I'm really glad this is all ending soon.
Today was the promotion ceremony for the elementary and middle school. My Vice Principal called me last night and told me to show up at our British branch (that's half way to Italy!) in a black dress and heels. I was fine with that, no problem. But upon arrival this morning at 8:30, I was shoved on to stage with a program sans script, and a shrill voice in my ear piece telling me to make up a 5 minute speech about this school year, then improvise the rest of the 5-hour ceremony. Jesus. Thank God we had a debate class back in Freshman year and I'm sorta okay at impromptu junk. But please, next time, tell me before hand so I can pen something decent together, not 'I love each and every child for many different reasons: their creativity, diligence, assertiveness, curiosity, and all-round coolness.' Pft.
Yesterday we had the kids go swimming for a treat, and they loved it, especially when I raced the head of security. We all got sunburned, but I slathered them with aloe-vera gel. It was a wonderful time, and GOD I love them all to death.
Some people can't wait 'till the end of the year.
I dread it.
Isn't that Kureiji?
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