are you a mom?

today i went to mom's school. i have nothing to do this week and next week, uhmm basically the rest of my stay here, i have free time. except for next tuesday i have math B regent. so i went to mom' school and got rid of my boringness (is that even a word?). i hang out at mom's class, helping the kids did their works, teared off bunch of posters, and watching charlie chaplin with the kids.

the friends of mom asked me to come to their class. the class that i came in the first time was okay, they told me about their field trip yesterday. that sounds fun. they went to this place called dang! i forget. but anyweiz this place is so pretty. the teacher let me take a look at the pictures she has taken. there were cave, waterfall, and stones wall (idk it looks like a great wall of china,not that big though, it's so much shorter and made out of stone, i mean it's the shape of the stone it self). the kids also asked me bunch of question about me. not that question above "are you a mom?" no,not that.

"are you a mom?" thingy happened when i came to the second class. i'm sorry but i think the teacher is creepy. anyweiz i think i was passed out and told the teacher when she asked me if i'm gonna have presentation in her class, i said no. actually i wasn't clear about her question and i decided to say no. duh! i realized that was wrong answer! so i realized that i was just gonna help her students did their work. and guess what what were they doing? spanish. gubrak!!! i have just learned spanish for a year. and they have been learning spanish from kindergarten. what can i do???? no hablo espanol. then i just walked around the classroom, acted like i know what i was doing. fortunatelly no one asked me to correct their work. and then i came to this group of girls, they were working on their father's day card. two of them were latino, one of them african american. the african american girl one asked me "are you a mom?" i was about gonna say "duh, do i look that old???" but no, i dont wanna torture this girls more because i think having that teacher might have been a torture for them, then i just said "no girls, i'm an exchange student"

i finally got home, and i'm so tired now. byeee