Today I had kindergartners. Their regular teacher went home with a sore throat. Did I mention that I also have a sore throat, but have no usuable sick days at the moment? Did I mention that they were kindergartners? By the end of the day I barely had a voice to croak with. I'm currently nursing Sucrets and tea, in the hopes of a miracle.

What made the day even more fun was that there were several kids in the class who spoke no English at all. I did my best with poorly remembered bits of Spanglish, lots of gestures, and speaking slowly when I did speak English to them. I consoled myself in the fact that little kids are resilient, and learn lanuages quickly. I think we got along pretty well, considering.

There was also a girl who's parents had gifted her with a completely unpronoucable name. At least, not pronouncable the way it was spelled. I do wish that parents would be just a little less inventive when naming their kids, or at least take a few less liberties with spelling...no one should have to go through life correcting people *every* time their name is read.