The boys took me back to the gime today. I feel, quite frankly, like I'm going to die. A lot. My body went on strike about four hours ago. I can barely lift my arm above my head. I am so lame and so out of shape.

The tour today went well. A girl told me that I was pretty, and then she and her friends hugged me after our day was done and told me I was the best 'instructor' there. It was nice. Such cute children, but such a long day. Our standard program (with activities) runs about two and a half hours; we had these kids for closer to five and a half. It was nice, though, as I got to know my group pretty well, and they were really good kids. Definitely a good way to start off the year, I think.

In a semi-amusing anecdote, a few of the girls in my group mentioned that they thought one of the men dressed as priests was quite cute, and I thoughtlessly responded that "yes, he is rather cute" which led to an undue amount of teasing about my "feelings" for my co-worker. Ah, grade six--the days when thinking someone was cute was the same as being interested in them...it seems so long ago.

Oh, my head hurts. I'm going to die...

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