I wanna be a Breakthrough student, so freaking bad

Er, hello. Someone pretty awesome called it to my attention that I should update this more. So, this is what's happened since I left Jerusalem:

I came home on the 9th, and started work, sick, jet-lagged, and PMS-ing that Friday. We had training week, and then the kids came yay! We're now in our fifth week of teaching, with one week to go and then eval week and then I am done. I can't decide if I'm happy or sad. Probably sad, because I am so in love with my kids it's ridiculous. They are hilarious and difficult and crazy and sweet and smart and just totally insane. They write poems about Aphrodite "socializing" with Ares, and skits about heroes defeating evil witches with names very similar to mine. They dance ridiculously to "Billionaire," call me Ms. Jasmine Teacher, hide in closets and do backflips. They Spirit Check like beasts, make fun of Greek names (Apollo has since become Apoyo), eat whole bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos, and debate about whether it's better to embrace technology and face the consequences, or leave technology and protect the lives of those who will get hurt. I could go on, but basically they are amazing.

:( I don't want it to be over! Except for the fact that I get paid about $4 an hour, work from 7:30 to 6:30--at least--every day at school and then come home for about another three hours of work before I fall asleep at ten. It's hot in Los Gatos, and the kids are exhausting, except then I see them every morning and it's like it doesn't even matter. I would sit through six hour staff meetings for these kids, and I'm sure I have at some point. Seriously, it's stupid how much I love them.

Basically that is my life these days. I hang out with middle schoolers, come home, write lesson plans, and then go to sleep. On Fridays I drink, and then I write more lesson plans. It's so freaking worth it though.