greasy haired miracles

i will admit that there are days when i despise my job.
days where im convinced that all the small children of the world are out to get me.

then there are days like today that remind me why i left dear auffenberg and berry to tread cautiously amongst the ed majors.

to preface-
i teach latin.
i teach latin to 3rd through 8th graders.
im enjoying this more than i ever thought i would.

today in a 4th grade class, a little boy entered my room. eyes wide beneath unwashed unbrushed hair. and proclaimed "justus sum" with the authority of charlemagne. then in a half moment glanced at me for confirmation that he did indeed know his name- and then back to his heroic poise that 4th grade ladies cannot yet appreciate.

i want to take him home. but i believe the technical word for that is kidnapping. plus my housemate wouldn't let me keep him-she's been known to kick the cats that lounge on our porch.