One of these days I'm going to print my face on a mug and gift it to you (and you'll have to pretend to like it).

Being at 2 schools and having such a massive caseload is overwhelming, especially because I didn't take the paediatric elective last semester. It's hard to pick out the abnormal kids when you don't even know what normal is meant to look like. Actually, I don't really know how to identify oddness either. So basically I've been totally reliant on the other student to fill me in on everything. I feel so bad because she's been totally carrying me.

The other student is so confident and clear with her words whereas I'm always a blubbering mess when I try to ask or explain anything to anyone. So I've just been sitting there while she does all the talking. It's not just that. We're both struggling to build rapport with the friggin' staff. Each teacher has their own seat in the staff room and they all have their own routine, their own conversation buddies and whatnot. Then there's us; the scared little OT students sitting precariously on the end of the table (being careful not to steal anyone's seat and be despised for the remainder of the placement). As if our highlighter yellow t-shirts don't make us stand out enough already. I don't want to have to worry about offending staff by randomly butting into conversations where I'm not welcome. Stupid rapport. Go build yourself.

Oh and what the hell is "fruit break?" It's called bloody little lunch, man. LITTLE LUNCH. What is this fruit nonsense?! Other than that, K-1-2 is still much the same as I recall. The coveted teacher chairs are the same. The Aussie alphabet pictures are still blutak'd above the board. The covers of the home-reading books are still the same. The yellow assembly dots painted on the asphalt. Megaphones. Lunch orders. Bag hooks. Hands on heads. Look, cover, write, check.

Now that the whining is out of the way, it's been good. The kids are so cute. Their lack of inhibition is truly something marvelous. They may be naive but it amazes me how honest, simple and forgiving they are. My dream boyfriend?

And now I sound like a big creepo.

A little kindy girl made us snowflakes. She should have been doing her work though. At least we know she's able to use scissors (I wonder whether her grip is functional). Another little girl was insistent on teaching me how to speak Vietnamese and had her mind blown when I said I already knew, in Vietnamese *GASP*. I also have this pretty cool lookin' purple dingo-eggplant hybrid creature drawn in my notebook thanks to a little boy. The best part is we've been getting big smiles and waves wherever we go. Kids can be so nice when they want to be. Get on their good side.

Today I was in Target looking at DVDs and a Justin Bieber song started playing. This kid was like "Eugh! I hate Justin Bieber!!" and then this other boy from the next aisle chimed in "Hey! We do too! Don't we?" He nudged his little brother and all 3 boys smiled at each other. I got the feeling that they'd made some sort of silent pact to be friends and bond over their mutual hate of 'JB.'

So I was youtubing last night and I was looking at the popular music videos. It's occurred to me that JB's lame, prepubescent rapping sounds heavenly compared to this:



He looks especially awkward when he dances. Iyiyiyiyi feel sorry for him.

Random thought: I dislike it when people call unrandom things random. I'm aware that this is hypocritical but hey, whose blog are we reading? Mine or yours? That's right, so shut up. What I'm referring to is phrases such as "you're like, sooo random!!" For goodness' sake, how can someone be random? It's like saying "you sooo have an unbiased likelihood of occurring!!" Does that make any sense? No. It does not.