I actually successfully subdued a room of children and gave them an assignment and made them do it and maybe even learn something and it was actually pretty cool. I tell ya tho’, I don’t know if I’d make too good of a real teacher; I definitely can’t help having favorites. I really like the smart kids and some of the dumb ones I find myself having a hard time putting up with. Yes, that does make me kind of a real bastard, but hey, that’s just how it’s been. If I ever would be a real teacher, it would have to be at higher levels and it would have to be an elective course, so that the students would be smart and interested. Of course, I’m one to talk considering my long history of slackerdom – but then again, I never didn’t get something the teacher tried to explain, I just might not have cared. Some of these kids I was teaching, they seem to care, but don’t really get it. Maybe I just really suck at explaining things. In fact, I’m sure I do.

I wanted to nap after school, but ran instead. Of course, right about exactly halfway through my run it starts absolutely pouring. Running barefoot in the rain in Pondicherry is one thing, but on the muddy, congested, infested streets of Bangalore with shoes that water-loggedly make squish each step… well, it was still kind of fun. But it was yucky. I hope my shoes dry out. I’ve got the fan sideways on the ground pointed right at them. Should help.

One nice thing about a country like this is that I was able to research my bedbug bites and look up a treatment (all online, of course), and then walk up to a pharmacy without even notion of a prescription and buy prescription drugs. And the best part is the dude packaged the pills in a recycled magazine page (their actually working is pretty good too).

Missing you all ..er.. most of y’all anyway. Hasta luego … same bat-time, same bat-channel.