This is what I imagine it to be like as a teacher-- one child in a class actually paying attention to the lesson. Oh well, life is ultimately survival of the fittest for any test. For these beasts it was a good thing that I was only armed with a camera and not a bow & arrow. Otherwise, at least one, maybe two, would be venison steak right now.
Speaking about survival.... my youngest daughter will be transformed into a graceful ballerina this weekend so I will be off the mountain cheering her accomplishments. I will be in a hotel surrounded by 2000 children wearing false eyelashes and adorable costumes. Wish me luck. Hopefully I will find someway to connect to the outside world. If you don't hear from me, be confident that my dear husband will find me and ply me with appropriate sedatives.
