Really?

The Nő walked into a class full of very large and very loud eighteen year olds. She got stares and exclaimations of confusion as she crossed to the desk, thumped down her books and waited for silence, hands on hips. Slowly, some of the students realized that the crazy american teacher, was not in their room by mistake but in fact was teaching them.
Quick buzz around the room, cell phones confiscated, and notebooks out, the Nő set the class to work on answering some introduction questions, and write down their own questions for their new teacher. The Nő deftly feilded the normal "what are your favorite colours? and "where do you live?" questions, but stumbled over the "How long are you staying?" and "How many kids do you have?" and "Do you have a boyfriend?" The Nő doesn't remember ever asking her teachers these questions.

One kid tried to wheel and deal with his new teacher, offering assistance in exchange for a 5. Another student told his new teacher that Gábor was hot. The Nő giggled internally, as the mirror translation does not mean the same thing in english as it does in Hungarian. This was evident as Gabor replied with much indignation, that No he was not hot, he had a girlfriend.

Today in 9b, the Nő's imaginary friend Joe, had a so-so break, because he broke up with someone, but is hot, and has a new boyfriend.

Friday in 9d the kids discussed their breaks and made their teacher blush. Not for the first time has the Nő cursed her pink cheeks.

And in 11d...well they are another kettle of fish.

All in all, the new schedule will be just a busy, frustraiting, hectic, crazy and strange as usual. The Nő is glad to be back.