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Nick asked me if today felt particularly romantic, being, of course, Schmalentine's Day. I replied that I had spent majority of the day at a Christian K-12 college wandering around in overall shorts and footless tights, so it was particularly bizarre, and did that count? He wasn't sure.

Today was my first day actually taking Kidz Bodz classes. Well, class, it ended up being, but anyway. What originally I had thought was a Prep class turned out at the office to be a combined Prep/ Kinder class, but in practice turned out to be Kinder only, as the Preppies had the day off (lucky things). So instead of teaching a group of 5 year olds (challenging, but achievable- they've been partially school trained by now) as had been practiced with my fabulous volunteers on Sunday (Nick (or should I say Rudigar?), Paul (aka Jesus Boy), Deb(bie), Fy (also known as Mrs Grown Up), Caroline (Shiloh Tigerlily Suri, or Tiger for short) and Rami (self-named as Testicle)), I had a group of new kindy kids, aged 3 and 4.

What did this mean for my class? Bad things: More teacher work than I had planned to do (for which I was gently told off in my feedback); less knowledge of the body (when we tried to name 5 body parts, we named 'hand' 3 times); less understanding of being quiet and not calling out; a tendency to advance creeping towards the teacher; a desperate desire to touch EVERYTHING. Good things: they're really, really, cute; they enjoyed it, even if they didn't understand it; they were SO eager to come up and be a helper; I got a hug at the end.

So anyway, based on the fact that my trainer thought I needed more watching time (not true, I just needed SCHOOL kids on whom to ply my fantastically honed trade), I got to, well, watch. So I didn't have to teach my second class at all, which is a pity because they were so receptive, and I would have done a much better job with them... But never mind. I'm taking three classes on Friday I think, and I have tomorrow as a work from home day as Nick needs my car. Yay, two days off (I mean, work from home days) in a week :)

I am pretty good with manual by now though. One lesson with my brother, two with my sister, and then my sister and I swapped cars, so I had no CHOICE but to drive manual. This was great, especially when forced to drive on my own. I just wish I could stop stalling the car in my own driveway- it's about the only place I do stall now. Stupid driveway.

Car disasters galore this week (well, x2), as my front tyre punctured and we had to try and change it and we got very dirty and angry and sweaty. Finally it was done, after calls to my dad, trawling through Yahoo Answers for tips and calling an uncle for back up. We now have sore legs from bouncing on the spanner handle to get the nuts undone. Ow.

Finally, I have a dilemma. Yesterday was my brother's birthday (Happy Birthday Rob). He invited me to his surprise birthday party (clearly no longer a surprise, but still referred to as such) on Sat night. Of course, as always, I also having a standing invite to an 80 meals dinner (Tibet, this week). Now I went to Rob's 17th with his mates. I felt old then. Now he's far more gay and fabulous, and presumably so are many of his friends. I think I'll feel out of place, but think it's very nice that he invited me, and wonder if I should go because I don't want to let him down. On the other hand, the Tibetan place might have yak butter drink (hmmm......). What should I do?