In Which Miss Jill Opens An Illegal Side Business Involving Minors

Sometimes encountering the changes of puberty on a daily basis makes me think that my life is running parallel to that of a Parisian elevator operator. A few days after school started, a kid raised his hand and queried, “¿Cómo se dice (How do you say… ) deodorant?” “Desodorante,” I replied with a nervous laugh, feigning that his motive was vocabulary enrichment.

Today we were enjoying a round of vocabulary bingo and one of the students asked if we were competing for money. “Does this look like a gambling den?” I retorted. A girl’s hand shot up and she answered, “Well, we are in a small, really hot room that smells bad. What do you think?”