Tidbits

We are working on history skits in school. Names changed for obvious reasons.

George: "Miss Driver, do you like my mustache?"

Me: "Why do you have a paper mustache?"

George: "Because I am a Frenchman in the play!"

Me: "So, all Frenchmen have facial hair?"

George: "Yes!"

I continue to circle around the room and come back to this group about 10 minutes later and overhear.

Leanne: "Why do you have a beard? Frenchmen don't have beards?"

Me: (They all have mustaches, but no beards.... hmm... I love children stereotypes.)
George: (Stroking his paper beard with an incredibly serious face) "I think it makes me look distinguished."

Some song lyrics I am enjoying.

Oh come and dance with me, my baby

Let's dance, do it, go crazy

The night is young and so are we

Let's make love and dance the night away
-Debelah Morgan (A song to which I recently learned to Tango).

There are only 39 days until I graduate and 24 days until I am officially done with my responsibilities in the classroom. I'm pretty excited.

After feeling blacklisted last week at our Friday dance. I am really looking forward to trying it again. I have some confidence in my dancing back and am now willing to leave if the blacklisting continues.