Nifties.

So I visited a potential Master teacher today. She showed me her classroom and back rooms. I was severely tempted to tell her, "I love your laser and want to play with your robot!" but was worried it might be misconstrued.

And I have performance in an hour! I asked Ryan the choir teacher if he was going to come. "No, I can't make the Gala tonight" "Aww! But you won't get to see me sing like a man!" "Ha ha, well, as amazing as that sounds...."

I intend to have fun.