please save the baby

so, once again, i am the youngest person at my job. not just the youngest teacher, but the youngest out of everybody, including custodians, paraprofessionals, and cafeteria staff. i thought that, maybe, just maybe, turning 23 this year would grant the opportunity for some poor 21 or 22 year old to skate in and take the position, but alas, all of our new teachers are older and have more experience.

at this point, i am affectionately known as "the baby" among some of my co-workers.

don't get me wrong though, it has it's perks. i get hugs and kisses from all of the lady teachers, some of which ain't really THAT much older than me. hence, when we go to the bars and clubs, i'm grown enough to cut it close on the dance floor with them, but still young enough to not really take it that seriously. so the husbands are cool see.

(except for this one time at this spanish joint. but we were drunk and had already psuedo kissed a cherry between our mouths. consequently, her husband let me know, quite discreetly, that he could whip my ass. but that's another blog altogether.)

and so, with one year of teaching under my belt, i set off for year 2 at Hogwarts. there are bound to be new challenges, new friends, new enemies, and new adventures. and around every corner and beneath every rock, lurks the ever looming threat of he-who-must-not-be-named.

or not.