Ida is feverishly working with a classroom of 24 students who are, by turns, giggling, talking to each other, raising the roof, and vaguely paying attention. Blocking her fifth grade residency students continues to be a raucous event, though not without its longuers...no, there are no longuers, only sound and fury. One of the classroom teachers speaks an aside.
TM: Ida, how much do you drink when you get home?
Ida: Do you mean before I get here?
It continues.
Posted by Ida at January 29, 2007 04:39 PMHah!
Posted by: ian at February 1, 2007 12:20 PM