disturbed

ugh. i think disturbing situations should not happen all at once. they should be spaced out throughout one's day. maybe every 5 hours is a good amount of space. anyway, i had a good day at school. tuesdays and fridays are really long days, but i like the older kids that i teach. they're pretty cool for the most part, but i have one pretty challenging class at the end of the day. they are my oldest group and they speak the least amount of english. they actually don't really speak any english, though their reading is pretty good. it doesn't help that the book for the class tries to get them to sing songs about giraffes and going on picnics. i thought i'd end their friday with a game just to be a nice hope teacher, but that didn't pan out too well. this class clown student tried to steal my homework stamps and then he asked me what color my panties were. i was so pissed. and sad. in my mind, kids think about rainbows and puppy dogs. they don't think about panties and stealing. oh naive hope.

speaking of puppy dogs... today is market day. every 5 days (or every day with a 4 or 9 in it), they set up a pretty big farmer's market in between the school and our apartment. it is pretty glorious. i like to walk through and pretend that i am a local and then i push older women out of my way. but i love that farmers come out and sell all kinds of great produce. some people only have like 2 big bowls of greens to sell and they'll set up shop right on the corner of the street. one day i'll take pictures. well, anyway i thought i'd try to recover from my recent discovery of teenage hormones by taking a nice stroll through the market. it was nice. i bought a watermelon (yummy) and i passed rows of duk, a multitude of grains in every shape and color, greens, and fruit. i was slightly taken aback by man butchering the half pig next to the sock vendor, but it was nothing to write home about. well, i guess it is. anyway, what disturbed me was seeing a box of puppies and kittens huddled together trying to keep warm. the puppies must have been a few days old. they were so tiny. i stayed and pet them for a few minutes until the man who was selling them came to take them home. oh man. do you know those sacks that you put soccer balls in? well, just picture someone throwing a bunch of soccer balls into a sack. and now you have seen what i saw. except they weren't soccer balls. they were tiny puppies. and kittens. being tossed into a sack like soccer balls. i know i shouldn't judge, but that just wouldn't be me. i know that as a meat eater i don't have a lot of room to talk, but i really heart dogs and cats. so in an attempt to help myself feel better, i ran home and hugged my cats against their will for the next hour.