February 15: In my Circus Acts class, I have a student named Jaime, pronounced “Hi-may”. The other kids have trouble saying it correctly and end up yelling “hymen” across the room when they want his attention. But they enjoyed making balloon dogs. They actually acted like kids for half an hour.
February 16: “If you ride BART this late, you have a 75% chance of being murdered. And there’s two of you, so that’s 150% right there.”
February 17: The winemaker had just finished talking about how the fires had destroyed his home and he and his wife were trying to figure out how to get by when a woman in our tasting group got weirdly pushy about how he should adopt a dog and have babies as soon as possible.
February 18: Our tour guide is from Italy and English is his second language, which lead him to describe everyday actions with deeper, hidden meanings. He pointed out a storage room, where they “store all manner of things” and later explained that wines will taste different “depending on what you have been doing with your mouth all day”.
February 19: Frances Grange opened up a speakeasy underneath the floorboards of the resort’s check-in. She also sold her “fancy table” grapes with instructions on how to not accidentally ferment it and make wine.
February 20: Abel was silently eating a hotdog at snack, which is weird because usually on hot dog day, the kids get so excited they all came up with their own chants for it. I looked around and saw everyone else wolfing down cheese pizza. Then it dawned on me that Abel was eating the hot dog he put ins backpack on Thursday and has been sitting there for over five days.
February 21: When the curtain closed after their class song, a few of the first grade boys jumped in front of the red velvet fabric and dabbed so spastically that for a moment I thought they were having seizures.
much love,
hedgie
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