A five-minute, five-dollar haircut, lightly dried by towel and hair dryer and it's never looked better, except maybe in high school in those two pictures I took that looked good so I used them for profile pictures forever and even tried to use them going into college when I was obviously quite a bit older than the pictures. Maybe I've taken a few decent ones since then too, like today.
Today, at the chocolate "factory," the kids were especially affectionate towards me. They always like me, but today I walked into the school and everyone grabbed my legs and hugged me and chanted "Hair-son-teach-uh!" The new desk-teacher (Connie-teacher is sadly leaving) already has an enormous opinion of me, I'm sure. But at the factory, everyone was sitting next to me, dribbling out chocolate sauce into what was meant to be my name, hearts, stars, or whatever else they thought I'd like. I got so many pocky sticks and cookies at snack time. One kid had 13 oranges. I got three from him and three from other kids. They were small oranges. Tangerines maybe? But anyway, the kids were so happy that I was present, that it made for some good photo ops. I sat at a table, just waiting for the other classes to get their mandatory photo taken in front of the building so the parents know where we went, and Pink class, who had already gotten their mandatory photos, were arguing about who'd sit on my lap and who'd sit next to me and where I'd sit and so on. When I settle them down, stopped the fighting and such, they were so happy at the arrangement that Director Lee stopped his photo-taking of Dolphin class to snap one of us. Even the woman in charge of the chocolate factory got her phone out to take pictures, probably for their Facebook. Sometimes I feel like a good teacher.
I also got a wireless router. It's not great but it's all they had and it'll do.
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