Today was my first day of work. I am working as a substitute for the first month, then will be put into a normal schedule. Hopefully, I will have lots of time to explore before I am put on a schedule.
I was needed in a franchise school outside of the city. I went to the office and made my lesson plans. I got the directions and left the office, stepping lightly, confident that I was headed in the right direction.
What I didn't factor into the equation is that my head is constantly in the clouds, dreaming about pretty much anything; unicorns, clothes, food, traveling to other places.
Today, I was dreaming about dumplings. I love dumplings.
I was thinking about these wonderful soup dumplings I had my first night and about how many dumplings I will be trying in the months to come!
Sooo many dumplings.
and then I missed my stop...
Cursing myself for not paying attention, I get off and flagged down a cab. I have only 30 minutes to get to the school and prepare for three classes of screaming 6th, 7th and 8th grade children -- and a private lesson with a boy named John.
Grateful, I open the door and glide in from the sticky heat to fresh AC when my pants rip. Rip right up the middle, unvieling a very white rear end.
This can't be happening.
I have to go face a cruel army of children for the first time ever and my pants are ripped in the worst way. I get to the school and panic - run outside and look around to see if there is a last minute pant situation on the street that I could purchase.
Nothing. ABSOLUTELY nothing.
Thankfully, I am wearing a longer shirt today, so I pull it down enough to cover me. Now just need to not to bend over and keep my back to the wall at all times.
All ending up great!
Taught the kids and everything went fabulously from there!
I was worried that I would be too friendly and they would take advantage of me, but I guess the ripped pants just made me kind of nervous the whole time and I just came off as not-that-nice, which got me the R-E-S-P-E-C-T I needed.
After my triumphant work day, I bought myself a nice bottle of Argentine Malbec Wine and drank it with my new roommates named Valentin and Nottingham. I also consumed a dumpling or two. Or maybe ten, but whose counting.