I've always respected the work but I never gave much thought to the physical effort involved in being a teacher. But having spent eight hours over the last two days reading and gardening with the Prince scholars, I am a physical wreck.
Two cups of robust English Breakfast tea provided the fuel; I didn't yawn all day. But when the pre-K teacher asked her student to go back to the classroom and tell Mr. S that nap time was over, then smiled at me and said, sotto voce, So I don't have to get up off the floor, I completely understood her situation. I was pretty comfortable on the tiny chair beside her; the walk to my next class was a distant 10 feet away.
So, denizens, forgive me if my only original thought is why do female skiers have silly first names?
Okay, a Google search revealed only the two I already knew, but I think the question's still valid.
Breezy? Who names their kid Breezy? Apparently, the Johnsons.
Picabo Street's parents called her Baby Girl before she needed a passport and thus a real name. Picabo was a neighboring town in Idaho. It was also Baby Girl's favorite game - Peek a Boo. Still.......
Feel free to ruminate on this bit of insignificant trivia. It's all my brain can handle right now.
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I KNOW THE FONT IS TOO SMALL......