it's homecoming weekend

and guess who got the privilege of chapheroning the homecoming dance?

That's right. I did.

Which meant that I spent my Saturday evening telling my students to get their tongues out of their girlfriend's mouths, and that their idea of "dancing" is just not appropriate. Joy of all joys.

And that also meant that my naive view of my students as sweet innocent children has totally gone to pot.

But on a brighter note, I got to hang out with my sister in Atlanta on Thursday. Our evening consisted mainly of sharing all the family gossip, making fun of ex-boyfriends, and drinking fancy Ritz-Carlton water. (Which, by the way, tastes no different than regular everyday water.)