Talk about a new identity...

Not only am I Miss DeFelice from here on out, I am also now a recruit for Gaelic Football. My housemate and new coworkers are all Irish and have somewhat adopted me. Little do they know my track record with organized sports. It's a combination of American football and soccer...HA. Apparently I should be 'class' at it based on the skills I have demonstrated in 'training' last week. I can already feel most of their Irishisms working their way into my English - mainly adjectives like 'class' and 'grand' but also saying things like 'shop' and 'bin' instead of store and trash can.

I have also received a preliminary class list: 19 boys, 8 girls, and one mysteriously gendered child named Atilla. Let's hope that one fails to live up to its namesake. I love my room- mostly purple and I'm going with yellow and orange decorative posters to make my room the quirky hall of sunshine on the floor. I have five small tables with six baby seats each. I can already tell what game we'll be playing this year, considering sheer numbers: How many three year old boys can sit at one table before Miss DeFelice starts crying in class? I have a feeling it will be every day (every hour?) for the first month or so.