Still jetlagged

HAY ZOESQUE that I Am a Japanese School Teacher blog you recced me is the funniest damn thing I've read this year in the longest time. This dood can WRITE. Most of the entries are about Those Crazy Japanese, but there's also this, which made a few tears roll down my (usually) stoic cheeks. Seriously, it did.

Excerpt from today's entry:

But the Ghetto School has been strangely low-key this week. Even the bastards are sitting in their seats. They're reading manga, but it's better than them doing cartwheels out in the hallway (maybe you think I'm kidding about that one). I'm kind of worried, what the hell is going on? Have I stepped into some sort of Bizarro Ghetto School? Is there a Bizarro School of Peace, where Mousey is a good kid and Ultimate Sweetness is like the biggest slut? Is there a Bizarro version of me? What would that be like? The complete opposite of me -- that would be a small white woman who actually liked being touched inappropriately by little kids. Holy shit, Michael Jackson is the Bizarro version of me! Or am I the Bizarro version of Michael Jackson? Mommy, I'm scared. Hold me.

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( Don't count your chickens before you've killed them )

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Am caught up on reading flishshst now. Had something else to post but forgot it. Zzzzzz.