Ran in my first race - vive Carrera de los Muertos! It was complete with Mariachi band, Merican folk dancers and churros. I'm sore, but I'm not sorry.
Met a man named Ho on Halsted (not even kidding) who was able to determine based on the "vibes" I was "giving off" that 1. I grew up in Wisconsin and 2. I'm a teacher. He then proceeded to ask me out for a drink sometime. No. Obviously not.
R stupidly brought a knife to school on Friday which he stupidly took out of his backpack then stupidly handed to M, the cutter.
D's mom blew up on me over the phone on Friday - she wants D out of my class and an immediate meeting with the principal.
Of course, after both of these situations, my class settled down to take the NWEA - the test whose scores my job is based on. I'm going to venture out there and say the scores may have been higher on a lower-stress day.
