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Today, Other!Teacher's sixth graders snuck out between classes, ran to the corner store, and came back with frozen coffee for themselves and us teachers. Such rebels. I tipped them each a thousand won.

Last week, my kindergarteners randomly became fixated on my eyes. I ended up leaning over so they could all gather around and gape at the greenness. One of the boys reverently went, "Oooh, they are like marbles!"

Having your eyes inspire poetic comments is kind of underwhelming.

ETA: Via crashcart9: Marburg Case in US Traveler to Uganda. Holy freaking CRAP.

Cue major flashback to reading The Hot Zone in sixth grade.

Also, have I ever mentioned that my washing machine plays a jaunty tune whenever it finishes a load?