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Teaching was fun today. One of the more rambunctious kids decided to move one grade level up -- I'm going to miss her, but it does make my life slightly easier. And I gave the kids a tour of the shul, showing them all sorts of interesting places and things.

Thoughts on my Chanukah presents

Slinkies are cool.

So, Lis is looking through the paper. . .

"Hmm," she says, looking through the want ads. "Donut finisher. There's a job for which I want the job description."

I imagine some guy walking around the donut shop, walking up to customers, "Hey, buddy, you gonna finish that donut?"

Unfortunately, they want two years experience. How the hell to you get two years experience doing that without someone punching out all your teeth?