Revenge of the ants...

This morning all I wanted for breakfast was my Frosted Flakes. I eagerly woke up, threw on a t-shirt, and walked over to the adjoining room (which is currently doubling as Bryant’s room, because his air-conditioning is out, and our kitchen). I opened up the ant cabinet—efficiently designed to keep the little buggers out—grabbed the blue box of deliciousness, opened it, and found an infestation of ants. Oh, the anger! Rage! This was not an acceptable way to welcome the day.

I quickly changed tactics though, fried an egg, and read a month old copy of The Atlantic—it would have to do.

Well, I have had a very busy week of teaching and grading. My students are chipper as always, and diligently studying for their chapter four test. The other day in class a very funny thing happened to me, however, due to the “G” rating of this blog I am hesitant to recount it in full. Basically, I have of late been breaking my classes up into groups and pitting them one against the other in vocabulary and grammar review games. It’s fun. The winner is dubbed the champion of the English universe and given all sorts of yummies (candy, Chuppa Chupps, Snickers, whatever). Yesterday I decided to branch out a bit and not only name the winner only the champion, but also the master of all things great and English. I won’t go into detail, but this led to a rather base question asked by one of my students referring to the second epitaph in my victor’s title. That is all I can say. It was funny; actually, awkward is probably the word for it.

In other news, we don’t have school on Thursday because it’s the Queen’s birthday. My students have no idea how old she is, but if I had to guess, I would say she’s pushing seventy. Way to go Queen! I hope you have a great day.

Anyway, I miss you all and can’t wait to see you.

Missing Andrea/Regan meter: the other day I wrote a song on my guitar called, “Missing Shoolies.”