A lot of the kids in my classes, as I may have noted, are unique for various reasons; Judy has the devil-may-care willfulness of an SS agent, Isabelle is a little shark, 10 years old and resolute in the knowledge that she is adorable, which she truly is, although I can see men in future years being used and spit out like so many shell casings from the magazine of a Glock. Jina, Cory, and notable others who just seem not to get it at all, hard as they may try; information just bounces off of them as though some super-power was in use. Mike, with his little powder-blue glasses, who usually hangs out with the girls in class; he's either going to grow up to be gay, a lady-killer, or both. {shudder} Sally, who showed me the pictures she had taken of my derriere with her camera-phone, while I was working at the white board in class one time; I don't believe I even want to KNOW what website those babies ended up at. I just pray to God she has no particular competence with Photoshop. Grace still attempts at times to speak to me in Korean, although those instances have abated of late. June, the 6-year-old younger brother of one of my students who's in the Phillipines at English camp at the moment, recently came in sporting one of the most hideous bleach-bottle blonde jobs on record, I fear. I wanted to ask what his mother was thinking, and kept thinking that it wouldn't be good if he started spouting about the whereabouts of his 'board and Woody. Yeah. Sharon is.....well, Sharon is Sharon, and still in Canada at the moment, I think; her and Shelby in the same hemisphere; I'm surprised global tides haven't shifted. Francis, who is so much smarter than he acts sometimes it just scares me. Kevin's clowning would be almost untenable, were he not so damn smart. As it is, I deal. And that's not the whole lowdown, but that's the good stories. Better stop now, before I get sued.