I'm NOT looking forward to going to work today. First of all, I have to walk uphill with my backpack full of supplies. I'd drive but parking is impossible, and besides, Matt is taking Sebastian to his futsal (soccer) practice. Then I get to teach 3 classes of about 20 preschoolers in the morning, and then 3 classes of 20 preschoolers in the afternoon. The classrooms are upstairs, and essentially saunas. My classes involve dancing/jumping/stomping (think, "what do 4 year olds really like to do?"). But these 20 preschoolers are hot and grumpy, and so they tend to not want to follow directions and cause all sorts of discipline problems. So imagine me with sweat pouring down my legs, hair all frizzed out, trying to herd a class of hot kids.