Frankenstein Goes to School

Friday I got a call from Mr. M. He asked how I was? I told him I'm much better. He said "Really?" I said "Really." "I come over now to look at your face." Oh. "Sure." So, I thought he was concerned for how I felt, but he was really more concerned about how I looked. He looked at my face and then said he would go talk to the community center about it and call me. Great! They are having bilateral talks about the condition of my face. Well, my face is pretty terrible. I don't just have a small case of pox. It it rampant. I was surprised when the call came and he told me to report to work as usual on Saturday. As I am bored out of my gourd, I said fine. But it was not fun going to work looking like a monster. It's hard to tell if it bothered the little ones, as it is only the second class and many of them are pretty frightened anyway. There are only 3 students in LG1, and we played Bingo at the end of class and it got pretty silly. Which means a couple of things. They weren't all that bothered by my disfigurment. And it means they are coming out of their shells, which really makes me happy. In my LG3 class, the second year girls were curious and asked me about it. But the language gap never did get bridged. But class went on anyway. And then I came home and did a whole lot a nuthin.