63 - Now I'm a school teacher too.
joneworlds@mailbox.org

There's   this    elementary   school    over   on
Shellenstein Avenue,  and I  was supposed  to test
the back-flow  assemblies there.   And when  I get
there I'm  talking to  the principal for  a little
bit. And before I know it she's like, hey you want
a job teaching grade one?  And I'm like, uh, okay.
And it's  done, I'll do  Fridays from now  on. Now
I'm super grateful for  the opportunity, don't get
me wrong,  but bonkers,  right?  Hey,  here's some
stranger  we  just  met  with  an  obviously  fake
plumber's  license  and  no  teaching  experience,
let's put them in  charge of our young children's'
education. I  mean, who does that?   People around
these parts, it's like they're totally unconcerned
about  almost everything.   Well  anyways, I  hope
these kids like word searches.

And I even got to meet  with the class a bit. It's
interesting,  the class  is  about  a quarter  elf
kids. That surprises me,  because none of the elfs
around where  I'm from in Braxon  ever bothered to
learn any homo-sap languages,  much less send kids
to homo-sap schools. Not  that there were any real
schools left there, and hardly any children either
for that  matter.  I  always thought  those Braxon
elfs  saw learning  homo-sap languages  as somehow
beneath them.  But the  elfs around Burloo are not
the same as  them. They're even a  bit taller too,
and their skin a bit purpler. Things are different
around here. I'm still getting used to it. I think
I'm     even     coming      around     to     the
waffles-for-every-meal thing.