This is an edit of a post I did earlier today that I've deemed boring:

Last night was a bit surreal, if not abnormal.  Class went well- the students really grasped the vocabulary and how to use it correctly, etc.- (it was about drug stores/shopping) and I believe they had a good time.  Next Monday is the last class I have with them (with the following Thursday being their 'graduation.'  We'll do something special, and maybe I'll bring a treat.  That was normal- what followed may be normal for Amber, but not me.  The school's in a dangerous area, so I either drive or am picked up from there, so Amber picked me up- with the two boys she was babysitting.  We went to McDonald's, and I got a look into Amber's world.  She works with kids 7 days a week.  I hardly ever do, but they are interesting, if nothing else...  The evening progresses into watching the boys hack away at a small tree that was blocking the tree and driveway.  The fact that they lived in a sort of forest made it have an edge of fantasy to it.  Nothing spectacular happened, except that the family owns a young dog and cat, and they were wonderful.  I can't resist happy, friendly dogs, and cats have grown on me.  I used to think that cats are snobbish and independent, but they can like people, and like being petted.  I dozed off, and woke up to the cat sleeping on my lap- and that made the night better.  Hurray for furry animals!!

I intially went on to talk about personalities, but that's nothing new.  I posted on it May '05, also.  I don't want to define myself or anyone-limiting them to a generic description, so I'll lay off for a little while- but it's so hard!! I want to get to know others better, and one way is by categorizing and comparing them.  and a guy (joking, I'm sure) asked me out to lunch- a guy that hands out newspapers at the metro.  Isn't life fun?  People are so interesting sometimes.

Amber has strep, and a crummy job.

and my dreams last night had something to do with a tiny baby I was babysitting, who had a good tuft of dark hair, and fit in my car's console.  There were definite adventures, which included leaving the baby in the car, freaking out when I remembered, but sighing with relief when she was OK.  I also had a big bottle of hair dye to dye the baby's hair red, but I initially thought, "What a waste- I should have just mixed a small amount and saved some to dye more later- she hardly has any hair!" and later thought, "Why would I even consider dying a baby's hair!  That's so dangerous!!"  These thoughts were thought while dreaming.