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HOLOILDAYS!
HOLLIUDOTS!
(I'm so excited I can't type...)
HOLIDAYS!!!
Yay!

And 'eek!' all at the same time.

'Yay' is because it is the holidays.
'Eek' because I have two fire 'gigs' (teehee) booked. Now I've done parties and small events to crowds of about 50+ and they were nerve racking....these are both in the thousands.............

The butterflies are already running rampant. In fact, I think they are carnivorous and are currently cleaning out my innards for me.

Seeing as I can't think of much else at the moment, this entry ends here.

xxx

I have a secret.

I can't dance.

I love latin dancing, and that's all fine - you can spin, dip and throw me around and I can follow. But when it comes to standing in a spot and bobbing up and down to music....no thankyou.

I get bored. I think after been tossed and turned you come to expect it, and well, all else starts getting pretty bland.

Anyhoo, Monday nights are my salsa night. Though some darling who attends our class happened to ask our instructor if we could focus on the Rueda. I'm not so passionate about the rueda. As the moves are quite different to salsa, again, I find I get bored. Granted it is more exciting than bobbing to music, but still, it's not quite so practical. Unless you happen to be somewhere with 3 other people with the same skills....it's not so versatile.

I wouldn't mind so much if we were just talking about a few lessons on the rueda - that would be great...no, we've been focusing on the silly circle dance for over 2 months now...and I'm getting tired of it!

So now I'm tossing up whether or not to go tonight.........

I miss learning new steps, but I really don't want to get tossed around a circle for yet another night.

It kind of reminds me of cultural speed dating.

xxx

UNCLEAN!!!!!

My class are all sick. I had a measly 17 students today. The rest were home. The ones that wereactually at school were coughing, sneezing and oozing mucous from every visable oraface.

This is where teaching becomes an Occupational Health and Safety hazard. I had to explain to 3 children today that even though phlegm isn't pleasant to have in your throat, you cannot spit it on the carpet during reading time. I also had to kindly tell little Ahmad that although his 'boogers are awesome fluro green' they don't belong on his maths book, and no I am not going to wipe it up for him.

Parents please.....if your child is feverish and leaking fluids....keep them at home! And if it is just a cold...please show them how to use a tissue!! I went through a quarter of a bottle of antibacterial hand sanitiser today.

I think the highlight (?) of today was when I paused during marking to look at little Sahib's sleeve. There was an odd patch of something stuck to it. He noticed me looking at it and said with a big grin,

"I'm collecting all the big boogers!"

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Lately I've been listening to a lot of music in Spanish, French and Portugese.

I've alikened it to listening to music without lyrics...but where the voice becomes an instrument. I'm not getting caught up in the 'meaning' of the song (though, sometimes I do wonder what exactly it is I'm listening to) and just enjoying the sound.

It's kind of like organised scatting?

Hmmm...

Here is a 1:30am photo from this morning...


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A little boy from my class came running up to me while I was on playground duty...

"Miss!! A boy p*ssed on a sandwhich and that's haram!!" (evil)
"Ali, we can't say words like that, it's a swear word"
Ali (not his real name) paused and thought a second.
"Miss!! A boy p*ssed on some bread and that's haram!!"

xxx

I love winter.

Well, I love some aspects of winter. In Sydney, winter means rain. Lots of rain. I like this aspect. It also means 'cold'. Yes, I know that it's not like 'Canada cold' or 'Europe cold' or 'Antartica cold'...but it is still cold enough for me. I like the cold when I can be warm. I like the idea of it being cold outside and me being warm inside.

Generally this also means burning a plethora of candles.

Candles *everywhere*! It takes about 20 minutes to change them all, trim wicks and get them all burning each evening...but that's exactly what happens.

My candles aren't lit for this evening yet.

What scares me was that I *did* spend twenty minutes lighting matches and watching them burn. Maybe it was the fact that the wood on every second match didn't burn. More likely it was just the thrill of watching the flame come to life and dance.

Whatever it was, twenty minutes later I found this sight (a few are scattered on the floor - a handful made it to the bin).



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It's winter.

My hands are frozen. And besides doing reports, I've been procrastinating with this.

If you have the time, read the whole saga.

I've been up since 6am typing, and I've decided that 4 hours is *way* too long to be doing any sort of work...so I am going shopping....if I can work up the courage to step outside that is....

xxx