it was a strange and potent day. the first grade teacher didn't show up, so I was put in charge of 15 hispanic kids, without the ability to demonstrate much command of the classroom. no sooner was the first activity underway than flor threw up... on the floor, of course. while janitors managed the room, i tromped off with the others and -- with the help of the substitute principal -- found a space on the stage in the gym to read them where the wild things are. they learned the new word "rumpus." then they all wrote their own stories and proceeded to make the entire morning a rumpus of wild proportions.
anyway, tengo que preparar la cena ahora. las cosas son tremendos y mas grande que podemos imaginar. aqui viene mi esposa. i need a drink
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