i am so tired

all the time. these pubescent foreign children really knock me out. but they are so funny, too. rintaro is from japan. he enjoys singing various abba songs during art. and because he has a very stereotypical accent it usually sounds like this: "mamma mia! now i rearry know...why, why, i could never ret you go." and his english teacher, anna, played a killers song "human" and rintaro walked around all day singing, "are we human...or are we dancers?" i never stop raughing when he's around. then there's ivan from russia who, for some reason, has become my special friend. we have a rule that the kids can't keep food or drinks in their dorms and when we find it, we confiscate it. ivan was cheerfully skipping along after ross (not the jane austen fan, different ross), who was fuming. i asked ivan if he was in trouble and he whispered to me, as if i were his accomplice, "yes, they have found my coca cola." and he was pleased as punch. it is good fun. i won't tell you about the spanish kids who curse at us in espanol...or the turkish girls who bully the other girls. this is a happy place.