i just had my first real teaching experience. it was a sorry attempt at best. i don't know if i'm cut out to teach, to deal with children to say the least since i am not particularly fond of every one. everything we did reminded me of my youth; going to camps for a few days, engaging in songs, being talked at in a language i don't know well or at all. ahh, the memories of those enjoyably forced times.
in another note: so shocked to hear alexander mcqueen is dead. not even trying to kid.