the lone piece of rice

I ate with the first graders today. It doesn:t even phase them that i completely ignore anything they say. They haven:t figured out I don:t speak Japanese. I like it right now because they come up to me with such eagerness. They will soon find out they are just wasting their time and I won:t get any students talking to me besides "hello, how are you?" oh well. I did watch one piece of rice hold on to a kids face the whole lunch. He didn:t know and no one told him to wipe his face. How cute. I then got asked to play at recess. That was a lesson for me to never be repeated. I was the human jungle gym and got by ass slapped by 7 little boys. I got aggressive with them and whipped them off. I yelled NO, but it still went on until they didn:t found out they were going to be late for class. I walked slowly and no one waited for me. That was a good thing. I had sweating little hands all over me. YUCK. not that I am a germ freak but I like semi-clean hands. Not nose-picked hands. Oh i forgot to add that the office lady came to deliver me a note by straddling my legs. That was the definition up close and personal.