I spent much of today being told “t’as une araignée dans les cheveux!” and having fish doodles taped to my back by very small, mischievous hands.

This is as fixed-width as volcanic sand gets, I’m afraid.
(You get the idea.)

Ici, repose. (Saint-Pierre was pretty this morning.)
Have you ever hit a bird with your windshield? Yeah, me too.
Have you ever hit a bird with your helmet, going 50 miles an hour, almost crashed, started to pull over, then had inertia suddenly flip a destroyed bird carcass down in front of your face, because its wing somehow got caught in your helmet without your knowledge?
I think I’m going to look into this “walking everywhere” deal.

Tumblr’s getting cooler.
Today, in the middle of a lesson, one of my CE1 students leaned over, stuck his little fingers down his little throat, and ralphed all over the floor. The other 29 students erupted. Mayhem. The vomiter giggled at the upset he’d so carefully executed.
The Indian Ocean just stole half of my favorite pair of flip-flops.
And all this time I thought we were friends.
I wish the same backlash to linguistic bigotry existed here.
| Jen: | did you know that there's a higher incidence of kids being born intersexed in La Reunion than in any other region except for some Eskimo community? By about 3 times. At least between 1955 and 1998. |
| Me: | Do they have a theory as to, uhhh, why, perhaps? |
| Jen: | I asked in class and the professor said "I don't know, that was a stupid article." |