Making my way through Asia (and grad school) one adventurous step at a time.

Thursday, November 27, 2003

I got arrested yesterday.

By a 5 year old boy.

I walked into my 'Tiny Talk' kindergarten class, and Julius came roaring up to me making siren noises, grabbed my wrists saying "", dragged me across the room and pantomimed locking me in jail. Luckily, Laura staged a daring jail break and freed me so I could teach the class.

The above scenario was a deviation from their normal greeting - which involves drawing a graveyard and ghosts on the whiteboard, turning off the lights and hiding under the table. Then, when I come in, they all make "spooky" noises, and shout "Happy Birthday!".

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