My French IV class is crazy.

Like, extra-crazy.

Like gang-up-on-Kelly-and-get-her-nominated-for-homecoming-queen-extra-crazy.

But strangely enough, they're really sweet, too.  You kids are lucky you have that going for you.  ;-)  :-P  I still maintain that it's Molly's in the bag, and nothing you can say will dissuade me from this fact.

Anyway.  We taught aerials in swing today -- well, an aerial.  The Cable Car (a.k.a. "Side-Side-Centre-Up-Whoops-Ceiling").  It went pretty well.  Mrs. Kennedy has returned from the great beyond, which is definitely excellent because now we can plan bake sale stuff for fundraising for our way-awesome dance in the spring.  I felt so lost without her.  It made me so unimaginably happy that the kids were just so excited to learn a move I love: the Swivel.  And it's not even a flashy stunt, or anything!  It's just pretty dang cute.  Swing Club will probably be the biggest thing I'm going to miss about high school.

I'm hungry.  GWU essays will be turned in by 11:00 tonight or I'm going to slit my wrists and resign myself to a life of burger-flipping.  Provided the aforementioned suicide attempt doesn't work, anyway.  That first sentence is apropo of absolutely nothing and has no bearing on the paragraph it begins.

I'm twisted.  Word to thy mother.