Fantastically, Gigantically, Enormanic, Hugely Large Secret... of all time.

Suzy found out that she has to teach on Fridays again. Well, she taught on them for nearly ever until just after we returned back from our European extravaganza last week or the week before. She had a (cue Samir Nagheenanajar) horrible, horrible schedule (end Samir) that commanded her to labor through Fridays while the other three of us had three day weekends until a few weeks ago. But because we skipped out on a week and a half of classes, her Jefe de Estudios (think dean of school) asked one of her colleagues how Suzy was making her missed days up when her colleagues had previously decided that Suzy could just skip out on making it up. Due to boss' involvement, she has to come in for two hours every Friday for the next six weeks! Life is rough...

But that's not the secret.

There's a kid in my terceros... err... third grade. He's got a problem. And it's not of the cowbell variety. His is more serious than gold records and the like. Every time that I am teaching his class, he's kin to hit a girl. Now this kid is in third grade and I'm his teacher so it's not like I could or would treat him as if I saw some pierced up slimeball hitting his Kate Moss cokehead baby mamma girlfriend. I had to approach the situation with class. So after he hauled off and whacked a girl on the head with a notebook, he spent the remainder of the hour in the corner with sans speaking. What's really troubling though is that the teacher doesn't really discipline him other than a brief scolding. No wonder he goes around hitting all the niñas!

But that's not the secret either.

Suzy and I decided to tell you about the Paris adventure. We had an overnight layover that put us in the middle of the City of Love. Instead of booking a hotel like sane people, Suzy, Emma and I decided to venture out into the downtown Paris nightlife. Now, if this had been New York or Chicago there's no way we'd have walked around in the cold and dark just to see the sights. But, hey, we're foreigners. We don't know any better. So, we hit up all the main sights: the Notre Dame, the Pont Neuf, the Louvre and it's gorgeous glass pyramid, up all the way to the Chans Elysee (Aux Chans Elysee, Au soleil, sous la pluie...). But much to my behest (is that even a word?!), we were not able to make it up to the Eiffel Tower; which was fine because it was dark and as everyone saw in the pics (and if not, why are you not checking them out, Rob?!) that it was not lit up. And, really, at 5 o'clock in the morning, we were high enough on caffeine and lack of sleep that it really didn't matter at the time.


And we may or may not have been looking around for apartments here.