Kedd

"Kedd" is the word for Tuesday in Hungarian. I go through phases in my life where it is my least favorite day of the week. It's not the first working day where everyone expects you to be a little slow, and it's not hump day either. It's caught in between and if I had my way, Tuesday would be eliminated altogether.

Here are some incidents of note from today:

1) When one of my fifth grade students was silently stumped and couldn't think of a sentence to share in class, the girl next to her looked up at me and said, "Please wait...file loading," with a little smile. I laughed out loud...a lot.

2) I had my first private lesson with 8 year old Tamas or Tom from my 3B class. Usually I wouldn't tutor anyone still in primary school, but Tom has lived in America for 4 and a half years and his English is better than all of my students at Harrer Pal (name of my school). I was nervous at first, because I had to speak with him for an hour and I wasn't sure if he was shy or outgoing. Turns out, Tom likes to talk. He likes to smile, squint his eyes, swing his legs from the chair and tell me about his best friend Kaelan from Ohio. We played Crazy Eights and Blackjack and at 4:00, I told him we were done. He shouted with glee, "Now I can play!!" and flew out of the room.

3) I've just been ding dong ditched again, assumedly by students of mine or some random with an itchy doorbell finger. Surprisingly, I didn't pay much attention to it, as I can pretty much tell who is a serious doorbell ringer and who is a prankster...unless it was you, Liz???