First, teaching my morning French class was like pulling teeth. It was one of those difficult lessons where I was a little in over my head, plus I had to dance for my students to keep them engaged every time their eyes glazed over or they started checking their email. Those are the toughest students: the ones who have studied the language before, think they know more than they really do, and are extremely clever to boot.
Between that class and my afternoon lesson I stopped in at Chipotle for a quick lunch. The hispanic guy at the register (as Jamie later quipped, "Pedro or Alfresco or whatever") started mildly flirting with me in Spanish, until he found out I'm not actually Latina and promptly lost interest. Relieved, thinking I finally had a half-hour to myself to relax and catch up on some emails, I sat down with my burrito... only to be ambushed by a huge guy (I mean, this man definitely played football at some point in his life), who proceeded to make himself comfortable at my table. He was extraordinarily persistent in trying to convince me to leave my boyfriend for him, and in getting my number - which he ultimately stole by grabbing my phone and calling himself from it. In the end I abandoned my burrito and extricated myself from his hounding. Dude, here's some free dating advice: white girls don't go out with annoying guys who invade their space. Relentless. And he has my number. Well, damn.
The rest of my afternoon went as planned. The second class was child's play compared to the first, and I met a few people at a blogger meetup after work. I learned a little about using video and streaming in a blog, but mostly I realized how much I have to learn. It did get me fired up to start my website, though.
And finally, when I got home, the crowning moment of my day. I knelt down to pick up the dog's leash... and my pants split straight down the middle.
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| HHHiiiiYAAAAH! Something tells me I should lay off the burritos. |
...Hmm. Well, at least they're not totally useless.
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