So, I know I rant about my dance kids a lot. But they're 14 kids and the 2 of us teachers. It's crazy. So today, I didn't got home late--and so I had to rush around to get ready for work. [I had about two minutes to get ready.] And so I didn't even mess with a leotard or any of that crap [because leotards suck anyways] so I just grabbed a pair of my sister's long shorts and a band-T that I got at a concert a couple of months ago. So the other teacher ditched me for a little bit, so it was me and the kids as we did warm-up exercises, and one of the little girls turns to me and says, "That's a boy's shirt." I was like, seriously? Geez, kid. So I said, "I got it at a concert they didn't have any girls shirts so I got this one." She was not appeased by my answer. So it was Ink vs. the 6 year-old. Throughout class she kept telling me that I was wearing a boy's shirt. And boy's pants [because my shorts are longer and they're cargo shorts--I refuse to wear those skimpy little preppy things that barely cover the vital areas, seriously, have some modesty, people!] and then this little girl came to the conclusion that due to my 'boy's clothes' I was a boy. She then proceeded to call me "Drew" for the rest of class. I kid you not. It was really funny...but kind of annoying. All of my other kids were like, "Miss Ink's not a boy! She's a girl!" So that was interesting.

My day's been kind of uneventful in comparison to that...Thank God it's almost the weekend...my spring break is coming up soon, too. That's good. I'm so looking forward to the sleep that's going to come.