Today one of my students told me I looked different. When I made the mistake of asking, "How?" he replied, "Your face looks worse."
I can't say that I disagree. Actually, I was kind of impressed that he noticed. That's a pretty important social skill. Although maybe we need to work more on the "'Say it' or 'Think it'" game. That one's definitely a "think it," much like another comment one of my other students made in the middle of class: "Man, my stomach hurts! All this gas!"
Thank goodness my cousin and her husband welcomed me into their home tonight and provided an impromptu dance party to all "the ja-ams" of the nineties. It's really hard to have a pity party while prancing (I think that's what you would call it) around to some Gangsta's Paradise. A big thank you to Katie, DJ Smith, a sweet little raggedy clown scarecrow, and Coolio.
Jesus, please take it from here...
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