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Yes, I'm Aliiiiive!
I have been mentoring an 8th grader during my first hour at school. I have to drive to the High School to drop of my carpooler people and sometimes hang out in the Commons for a few minutes and talk, drive down to the Middle School and help Allison (the 8th grader) with math for a bit, and drive back to the High School where I find a reasonable parking space, run inside, unload all my stuff into my locker, and get to 2nd hour on time.
It can be hectic at times. Like today. I barely made it. Government is killer, I tell you. I have 102% in the class, but it is killer...and it's my 2nd hour class.
Allison speaks Spanish, and a tiny bit of English...meaning...some numbers and stuff. Luckily, she has a translator named Frank who is almost always nearby. He tends to lurk at the edge of the classroom.
Thank goodness the semester is almost over. That will mean no more mentoring (at least as far as I can tell, as I have Spanish class 1st hour next semester), no more Government, and no more Art Appreciation. It also means Psychology, which I love on my own, but am unsure of how the teacher will be with it...he is, after all, the same teacher who teaches Government.
