Day one of work

The day did not start out favorably; all I had for breakfast was a smoothie, and for who-knows-what reason there was no hot water for a shower. I arrived at Chester Springs Studio five minutes late, but was somehow still there before the teacher.

It's a large group in the mosaics class, a full twenty-four kids. About two-thirds of them are girls, thank god. I don't think I could handle a larger group of ten-year-old boys running around and smashing glass. To help keep them in line were:

• Rhoda, the teacher;
• Regina;
• Alexandra M., a friend of mine whom it was a pleasant surprise to find out I would be working with;
• And Camille, a French exchange student that came with Alex.

With our combined force we were able to keep any major incidents from occurring. A couple of kids got muddy from the creek, and maybe a kid or two got small cuts from glass, but overall it was pretty relaxed.

I neglected to bring my camera when we went wading down the near-by creek, a mistake I do not plan to make again. Scenic? You could say that.

I was miraculously done by four o'clock, at which point I phoned my mom to tell her I was done for the day, and at which point she didn't pick up the phone. Now, it was largely my fault, as I phoned only her cell phone, and not the house phone. I'm just used to nobody picking the house phone up.

Anyway, when Alex's dad saw that I was unable to get a handle on a ride, he insisted on driving me home. He's a cool guy. He also sounds exactly like Fred Willard, and I mean that as a compliment. But I digress.

I was able to navigate the car successfully to my driveway, and I was home by four-thirty.