Kids Love Ham

I'm back. I survived.

Being around eight teenage girls gave me some perspective:

1. Deaf people are lucky because THEY CAN TURN DOWN THE VOLUME!
2. Although they were loud, giggly, and obnoxious, I must confess that I was just as bad, if not worse, when I was fourteen and fifteen.
3. Nobody wants a teenager, everybody wants a baby... the difference is that the baby is still adorable despite the screaming. [Everybody except Max, who is reading over my shoulder. But he's only saying it to be contrary, so it doesn't count.]
   
4. I know these girls are nice, but there is something about the unabashed love my students have for me, as well as their sincere desire to please me that makes me feel needed and appreciated. I don't know what admitting that says about me, but oh well. I prefer kids under ten, who aren't trying to be cool, who don't have glaring insecurities to deal with, and who would LOVE to spend time with me! Also, I can be a total ham and they wouldn't think of me any differently :).