Musings of a Drunken Monk: Individual Entry Archive

This morning at the neighborhood garbage drop-off area I ran into the mother (I think) of one of my students. I'm not sure if the student is in the rugby club (making it a boy) or she was just excited about a rugby game that perhaps I attended (making the student either boy or girl). I unfortunately have no idea, as she spoke too quickly and my "smile and nod" technique is my only defense early in the morning. I should have liked to talk to her more and indicate an interest in her child and the community but ...

Such is daily life.