because I got two surprise birthday parties in two days. Thursday was with my students from last year, and yesterday was with my students from this year. I haven't even had my real birthday yet, but I feel that age 28 is going to be my best yet. On our field trip yesterday, our last destination was Chicano Park, and my students threw me a little party, complete with a pinata. And, of course, I cried.
It might have been the best birthday party I've ever had. A pinata, fifty-three kids, the best partner teacher ever, murals, and famous artists. A pretty brilliant combination.
The pinata before I destroyed it.
The pinata after I destroyed it.
Picnic at the park.
The kids.
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