A colleague of mine (I'm so important now being in China and all that I have colleagues, not co-workers) came in today after teaching 12th grade International Relations and told me how much the students liked me.
"Oh really?" I asked, hoping he'd give me more details.
"Yeah, they all said you were super nice."
"Anything else?"
"They all thought you were really pretty."
"Well, that's the most important thing, isn't it?"
Thursday, September 4, 2008
the most important thing
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beeeee careful, those teenage boys can get ruthless if they like you too much. Ugh. You probably don't even want to know what goes on inside their heads. Lol.
Yes, yes it is most important :P
Wow, you never told me you were teaching the visually-impaired!
Mmmm... Sounds like you've been getting a band of fans in China. And well, if you're cool AND pretty, you're gonna rock in that job! (I am a 12th grade student, remember? I know what I'm talking about.)
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